tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85431427725011179162024-02-22T13:33:50.760+08:00A lil' bit of this and thatmimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-66941258205566076732011-11-24T10:32:00.003+08:002011-11-24T11:32:22.155+08:00Baby baby baby ooooohI stumbled upon this video and I can't stop smiling. :) This one's for you, Fiance.<br /><br /><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29497176?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><p><a br=""><br />P.S I love you!</a></p>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-20397428849279270042011-10-20T12:22:00.003+08:002011-11-24T11:33:39.261+08:0020.10.20115 years and counting :)<br /><div><br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-51293520540305387882011-10-13T18:07:00.008+08:002011-11-24T11:32:42.322+08:00Read, dear.<div style="text-align: justify;">MPH, Gramedia, Popular, Borders or any book store alike would be one of my must-go shops. Now you must be wondering why. Well, first and foremost, of course, I love reading. But more than that, I just love to walk through the many stacks of books available in the store, glancing through the name of the authors and the title of the book. And when there's a book of my interest, I might consider buying it. I usually feel a sense of enjoyment being surrounded by books. That, can't be explained though. I just feel that way. He he. I enjoy trailing my fingers on the books on the shelf while looking at the different sizes and covers. I love glancing through blurbs of the books which strikes my interest. Among my favourite sections are: Fiction, cooking/food, travels, hobbies, romance (ahem) just to name a few. But I'll normally go to the best sellers shelf, just to keep abreast with books/authors which I might not be aware of.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">Thank God, Den shares the same interest! :) And recently we went to the <a href="http://www.bigbadwolfbooks.com/" style="text-decoration:none">biggest book sale in the world</a> and spent around rm200+. We managed to get more than 25 books (if I'm not mistaken). And I was elated! :)</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Actually, I grew up reading a lot of novels, both Malay and English. I still remember my dear dorm-mate, Nana, who was the owner of a mini-library (of Malay novels). She has a record of those who borrowed her books, and we had to agree to certain terms and conditions (which I can still remember!) for example books should be returned within 1 week. This is to be fair to the rest who have the intention of borrowing the same novel from her; and those who borrowed her book are not allow to hand it over to another person within the borrowing period. We can choose from a variety of 100+ books. I'm not exaggerating, really. She has that many! One of the books which was (and will always be) my favourite is Ombak Rindu by Fauziah Ashari. Why? It was my 1st Malay novel! He he.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But there's another story that I want to share with you. Den and I went to Alamanda last week. He wanted to buy a book for one of his classes. While waiting, I browsed through some of the books on the shelf nearby. What caught my attention was this:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmSy9mXrJyYWHa8Wy5qWfjd9AFAegdFf7v_RHtwMQzs1g9pxw3e4OsffnH7Y1IUGKf4Mi4hRI86K-t8RO5FNCUSsb3jo8Fkzvk79bi0cpS6c0ynCYXJ2bl0uiCKec_YCoslQ6RqZA5xUg/s320/ombak-rindu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665133370802736178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px; " /></span><div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I was smiling to myself. This novel definitely reminded me of my highschool memories. The most used word upon seeing a person reading or holding a novel was <span class="Apple-style-span">"after!"</span> or <span class="Apple-style-span">"<i>aku nak </i>after <i>tau</i>"</span>, indicating the intention of wanting to borrow it after one is done. So there I was, contemplating whether or not to buy it. And suddenly Den approached me, he already paid for the book he wanted to buy earlier. So I said, lets go. But he hesitated. To my surprise, he said this "Eh, I know this novel! Wasn't it popular? Do you want to buy it?" And I was like, "Err..errr.. I dunno..". (Really, I don't know if he's just trying to be nice or he really knows the existence of the novel, or maybe his sister has it, but wth,<i> layankan je lah</i>..he he). So he asked me to pick one, and stormed to the cashier. Half way, he turned around and said, "Eh, you go and pay<i> lah</i>!". And I LOL-ed. Ha ha ha. Really it was hilarious. Imagine the sight of a man getting excited about a Malay novel, which obviously is very much stereotyped as corny, <i>jiwang</i>, etc. But he ended up saying, "Oh, never mind!". And I smiled. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S Thank you for being such a sweetheart. I love you. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">*** Ombak Rindu has been turned into a movie! And it's gonna be released end of this year. I can't waitttttt!!!!! :D </div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-49413064373392348922011-04-26T15:19:00.006+08:002011-11-24T11:33:06.202+08:00Can I have him to sing me to sleep at night?<div style="text-align: justify;">I am so in love with Chuck and Flynn/Eugene (<i>sebenarnya nak tulis </i>Zachary Levi <i>tapi </i>it sounds more decent to refer to him using his character name. Therefore I don't feel that guilty because I fall in love with a character, not the actual person. HAHAHA). </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've just watched Tangled recently. Got the copy from my sister. I watched Tangled and I really fell for Flynn/Eugene. His voice sounds familiar. Very familiar. And when he sang I see the Light, I fell more in love with him. Seriously. And so happened that the credits at the end of the movie was not included. So I Google-d and there you go. It was HIM singing. And I didn't know that he can sing that well. I love youuuuu Chuck/Flynn/Eugene/Zachary Levi but I love my fiance more. But I love you jugakkkk! Hehehe. Please please please listen to Zachary Levi & Mandy Moore (I see the Light) and Katherine McPhee recorded Terrified featuring him. </div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-43046130599710356752011-03-30T13:48:00.002+08:002011-03-30T13:58:05.481+08:00we're so cute for two ugly people<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1-NGvYKyYlVS2lBezRPrNR9S_W3Eev9QMQvN-kO7WVkkf1TOAuskE9NswxsX1h-H8cPlQyBUA0DNQ3Ldpcl1dLRxXFju2m2xELjQWlntjBdR23ZXstPCwhq5Gz6Xfkukk73p57XyPBs/s1600/Photo+on+2011-03-28+at+14.21.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1-NGvYKyYlVS2lBezRPrNR9S_W3Eev9QMQvN-kO7WVkkf1TOAuskE9NswxsX1h-H8cPlQyBUA0DNQ3Ldpcl1dLRxXFju2m2xELjQWlntjBdR23ZXstPCwhq5Gz6Xfkukk73p57XyPBs/s320/Photo+on+2011-03-28+at+14.21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589746567198413778" /></a><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you</div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-68533561074343986222011-03-15T10:56:00.006+08:002011-03-15T11:54:25.480+08:00What were you thinking?<div style="text-align: justify;">Seriously.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In my honest opinion, there are a lot of things to be considered when writing a book, especially when it is meant for children. Specifically, ABC picture books.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's what happened. I was reading one of the books (but this one is the<i> Bahasa</i> and English version) with my cousin's son, Isyraf (4 y.o). Approaching the letter Y, Isyraf spontaneously said <i>"Eeee, tak malu, kencing berdiri". </i> So I was like "what?". Then only I noticed THIS.</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpX-1a6oEgeb_GeClJQQdMeoEhbAvP2vUlrQnkmi2YE32CwGWAO-nNPdnctiwRPCEHprZWbvBs4spK8p5rkOnOpIBQXhCzxZC6KpviBb8iYLVxCvZAwZbwPQP9L_JiwpA2tpOvzIaclA/s320/DSC01450.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584140246656496450" /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If the overall content of the book is about/describing human body parts, then by all means, it is totally fine. But I guess the word Penis is guised in so many terms, the same goes as Zakar in <i>Bahasa</i>. It's never wrong to expose them to the actual word, but what Isyraf said <i>(eee, tak malu kencing berdiri)</i> is a proof that the intended objective has not been met. Instead of identifying the picture as penis/zakar, he focused on the action. Which is not wrong, I would say. Really, I did not know how to respond. But eventually I said <i>"Ini Zakar *</i>while pointing at the arrow*<i>". </i>And I can't believe it myself, how I sounded like a pervert Aunt. Haha. And I quickly asked him to give me another book to read. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Den asked me to take a picture of the publisher but somehow it's not in the camera. Too bad. I would advise them to revise the contents. The thing is that, ABC books are not only for children to learn the letters but also help them to read. Thematic books (books with theme) which may accommodate all alphabets including (q,x,z) would be more desirable. Contents should also be more engaging. The items included should be those which children can relate to and easily available so that the letters and words can be reinforced. That way, they'll learn better. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Moral of the story: Take your time to really look at the contents of the book before buying them. </div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-64309857256334235802011-02-22T14:19:00.003+08:002011-02-22T15:17:11.133+08:00Honesty is the best policy<div style="text-align: justify;">I was flipping through Dad's students' assignments. Some of their works are good. As in really good. They were supposed to write a 15 pages essay on a quote of their choice, related to volunteerism. The medium of instruction is in Bahasa, but Dad encourages them to use English if they were to have any class presentation. So they were given the freedom to write the paper using the language they prefer, or feel more comfortable with.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some papers were good. As in real good. And that surprised me. Not being sceptical or anything, but what's written in some of the essays were exceptionally flawless. I was like 'Dayumm! This student is really good'. But being a critical person (NOT), I noticed that (in this particular [unlucky] paper), the font colors in some paragraphs are not the same with the rest. Some parts are black (the automatic font color in MSWord) but some others are greyish black. <i>Dan ada macam bintik2 </i>(on the letters with the grey fonts) as compared to the black ones which are solid<i> lah kan, </i>without the tiny dots<i>. </i>T<i>ak guna</i> magnifying glass <i>pun boleh nampak kot</i>. -_-" So there you go. Apparently not everything in the paper is genuine. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Personally, it upsets me that uni students are very prone to 'copy and paste'. It's like they're taking the easy way to complete the assignments when other people are going through the hassle of doing it (honestly). I'd appreciate a genuine work,with acceptable grammatical errors rather than a 'flawless' paper (done with zero effort, of course!). If you don't feel comfortable writing in English you can resort to writing in Bahasa. And there's a writing technique called paraphrasing. Always, always paraphrase when you want to report someone else's works. And there's a proper way of citing or quoting information obtained from other people. And logically you need to have a page with the heading Reference at the end, right? Because in order to come up with a good piece of work, you'll have to do some readings. Unless if you're really smart to the extent that you can become a theorizer. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is a serious problem I would say. And again, I'm upset. First is that they're not even doing it right. You want to cheat, please do it the right way. C'mon, <i>takkan lah </i>font color <i>tak sama boleh tak perasan? </i>Second, if they do not feel guilty about it, it'll create problem in the long run. Not being honest, get away with it and get good grades, and feeling good about it. Yes, that kind of problem. And what if they're the kind of person who hold on to the quote <i>'Buat jahat jangan sekali, buatlah berkali2'</i>. Then what happens to <i>keberkatan dalam menuntut ilmu</i>? :( Kecewa. </div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-36414820025037092322011-02-17T18:12:00.003+08:002011-02-22T15:16:59.348+08:00Double whammy T.T<div style="text-align: justify;">Today is just not my day. Tsk tsk.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was really busy working on something very important. And I was preoccupied. I glanced at my watch after some time and noticed that its DEAD. T_T. The time had been 7.15 (a.m./p.m.) since I-don't know when. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also noticed that I did not receive any call(s) or SMS. A blessing in disguise, I said at first. <i>Macam tahu2 je aku ni </i>busy. But I started to feel that something is not right. So I decided to have a look at my phone. And there you go. On top of the screen it says "No access to network". So I switched off the phone, restart it but nothing happened. Long story cut short, the SIM card cannot be used. T_T. So I bought a new SIM to be used temporarily.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I head back to my car. And it couldn't start! T_T. <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >Kifarah ni, banyak sangat dosa</span></i>. Haizzzzz. And I left the car kit at home, as well as the Jumper. Great. Cried for help and Uncle Michael came to the rescue. :) Moral of the story, even if you send your car for regular service, never trust them 100%. They might check everything BUT the battery.</div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-81126690693404516072011-02-04T16:00:00.003+08:002011-02-10T15:02:55.932+08:00Belated Birthday present<div style="text-align: justify;">Hello. I'm back. And I'm <b>engaged</b>! This feels surreal. Thank you Allah. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well that might explain why I'm seldom online. But now that I can resume to my normal life, I hope I can write more. So Den made me promise to write something (or a few) about The Day or anything related to it. Seriously, I don't know where to start. But this will be the only entry I'll be writing about it, and <span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm sorry if this entr</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">y is of </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">unusual length</span>. Ha ha ha.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After Den's family came for <i>merisik</i> last year, we never really talked about the engagement preps. That's because my elder sister was getting married the same year so we decided to keep things low, and wait until the wedding ceremony ends. But coming to realize that eventually the engagement will happen, we started talking about it, planned a few things, one step at a time. It was hassle free (as far as I remembered) because we decided that everything should be done within budget. We started hunting for the <i>hantaran. </i>And agreed to stick to 5-7 <i>dulang. </i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i></i>Being ME, I have to admit that I can <b>(most of the time)</b> be a pain in the a** when it comes to managing my expectations. Allow me to explain. Lets say, if the purpose of going out to a shopping mall is to window shop, then I'm totally fine if I come back empty-handed. But if so happen I managed to get anything of my liking, that's considered a bonus. <i>(Dah jumpa yang suka, beli jela terus).</i> On the other hand, if the purpose is to GET or BUY SOMETHING, then by all means, that item needs to be bought. Or else..... trust me, you don't want to know. HA HA. I'm stupid like that. Thank you <i>Sayangku</i> for putting up with me. Sometimes I think that I'm his worst nightmare. Hahahahahahahaha. So a few drama happened in the process of hunting for the <i>hantaran.</i> And I tend to worry over small things and I exaggerate. A LOT. I keep on bugging Den by saying things like "How <i>meh</i>? There's still a lot to be done. <i>Banyak barang U tak siap lagi ni</i>". When the truth is: <i>Tinggal satu benda je tak beli lagi</i>. -_-" <span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Pesanan untuk Tunangku: We'll probably go through the same thing again. But hopefully not anytime soon. HA HA. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not working (yet) but I was able to make some savings each time I got my monthly allowances. *<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">Note to self: Start saving now. Your pi</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:85%;">ggy bank is currently empty*</span>. Being very understanding, Den told me that he doesn't need a ring this time around. Save the best for last, he said. (Thank you <i>Sayang</i>). We waited for any kind of sale, and visited jewelery shops to get their latest/promotion catalogues hoping to buy things at very cheap prices (but how cheap can they be <i>pun</i>? Duh). I personally believe that the engagement ceremony is the chance for both (nuclear & extended) families to meet and get to know each other. So technically, the items to be included as <i>hantaran</i> should be shared with all of them. Conclusion: Less <i>barang</i>, more food. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We visited Jakel Shah Alam and managed to get the <i>kain</i> for both engagement and <i>nikah. </i>Den a.k.a the haggler-extraordinaire (if the word even exist) managed to make me pay only RM100 for a pink <i>sampin </i>(the actual price was RM 380). -_-". I bought him a watch to replace the ring <span style="font-style: italic;">lah kononnya</span> and got it for a very reasonable price.<span style="font-style: italic;"> (Hasil t</span><span style="font-style: italic;">awar menawar oleh Den)</span>. And Habib was having it's year end sale with 50% on most items so we got my engagement ring. I love it to bits!:D And I'm lucky to have my darling angels around me (you know who you are) to help me around with some items for <i>hantaran</i>. Thanks for everything lovelies! :)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZA5qlXulatISazZbkWAzDCvIaT15aiW3UUSYigdZQ4s9KnjTtq3iC37YJbITZSfvZKz0IV2vHk_76l9B7gxbn1_3HrNhEh9ySvb-wi1kmL5MnDi6L2heTCroT2VZPKbzwWuoSSY8b6E/s1600/179381_497139373089_588868089_6153800_1176994_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZA5qlXulatISazZbkWAzDCvIaT15aiW3UUSYigdZQ4s9KnjTtq3iC37YJbITZSfvZKz0IV2vHk_76l9B7gxbn1_3HrNhEh9ySvb-wi1kmL5MnDi6L2heTCroT2VZPKbzwWuoSSY8b6E/s320/179381_497139373089_588868089_6153800_1176994_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570130990721084274" border="0" /></a></div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">The ring. I.love.</span><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">And finally it's THE day. My MUA did a great job I love love love her work and most importantly she is a lady. He he. Upon arrival she said that she thought she misheard me when I said its an engagement ceremony.<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'Akak dah ingat awak nak nikah tau'</span>, she said. Oh well, we can plan but HE is a better planner. I expected something simple but turned out to be the opposite. -_-" The mini dais did not appear mini. I requested for soft pink scallop for the canopy but the decorator decided to use striking pink. And 2 weeks before the event, Mom asked us to add 2 more dulang hantaran so we ended up with 7-9. Ha ha ha. Less is more <i>konon</i>. Haihhh. But at the end of the day, none of those seem to bother me. As long as everything goes well, Alhamdulillah. :)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNd_ewnNZs9_SfyHucxJNtcj4jdk8iJ8yUqbayHTfai0qMAALJHkTgNGozJ0BkxJs580K37DL36KorTxxfNiPDr321GTWF1bI2kuBjbK3ZCriu1K-qzQJLEWjAueuOow_8eMAdWCZBqE/s1600/180623_497139873089_588868089_6153818_747749_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXNd_ewnNZs9_SfyHucxJNtcj4jdk8iJ8yUqbayHTfai0qMAALJHkTgNGozJ0BkxJs580K37DL36KorTxxfNiPDr321GTWF1bI2kuBjbK3ZCriu1K-qzQJLEWjAueuOow_8eMAdWCZBqE/s320/180623_497139873089_588868089_6153818_747749_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570132597514080498" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I told you right, it's NOT a mini dais. -_-"</span><br /></div><br />To be honest, I look forward for the event, excited and all but prior to the day itself, I did not feel <i>berdebar2 </i>or anything. But the moment when I'm almost done with the make up, I started to feel butterflies in my stomach. I feel happy and nervous at the same time. But I waited too long and the 2-metre veil started to make me feel like I'm carrying 2 brains in my head. When Den and his family arrived, I already feel restless. Ha ha ha. But to be honest, I can never forget the feeling when I got the ring on my finger. Really. It was...hmm..I can't put it into words. And there was something that I really wanted to tell his mom but I could not. Maybe that can wait, until the next event insyaAllah. :)<br /><br />Alhamdulillah the event was photographed by Den's friend from highschool. So far I've seen 22 pics out of I-don't know how many, and MasyaAllah I love them to bits! Thanks to the family unit for everything. I can't thank you enough. Allah <span style="font-style: italic;">sahaja dapat membalasnya</span>. :) Thanks to my darling angels for being there. I really appreciate it. Love all of you so much!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;">To my best friend now fiance, I love you</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.</span> Thank you for making this happen. I know that this is one of the things I look forward to since I knew you 4 years ago. Love you always and forever!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqc6rJqrEKS9ygGMPgPRuxIuQwszNf6WWadnE6hDbVJI_6gPmIHK05qMCyE8SPni9SlkjEtp6C2MN7cBc0RYhYn8K54ZOmLih5kmG2tT1acK_CCwVauXPl3QrSsJqSyyFREWCQIT54VGg/s1600/179887_497140528089_588868089_6153837_6463633_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqc6rJqrEKS9ygGMPgPRuxIuQwszNf6WWadnE6hDbVJI_6gPmIHK05qMCyE8SPni9SlkjEtp6C2MN7cBc0RYhYn8K54ZOmLih5kmG2tT1acK_CCwVauXPl3QrSsJqSyyFREWCQIT54VGg/s320/179887_497140528089_588868089_6153837_6463633_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570134076329146130" with="" the="" future="" in="" /></a></div></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-40901857180504868552011-01-07T18:06:00.002+08:002011-02-22T15:17:18.940+08:00Don't judge a book by its cover.2This is a true story, which happened to a deeply sadden bride to be. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >(Retold with 'extra spices' to create the dramatic effect. :P)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It seems like it's going to rain, but I insisted that I need to get my wedding cake booked today. I had a lot in mind but I didn't want to burden any one at this point of time. And considering that I realize that it is my fault.. and it's kind of last minute. So I want to get this done myself. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I couldn't borrow anyone's car since all of them are in use. So I decided to ride my bike. A few minutes later I started to feel raindrops. Next thing I know it's already raining cats and dogs! Already halfway to my destination, I decided to carry on. So there I was, riding my bike in the heavy downpour just to get myself a wedding cake. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I finally reached my destination. I took off my helmet, and entered the 'bakery'. My clothes are wet of course I was drenched in the rain. I noticed that there are eyes looking as I entered, but who cares. I was waiting for my turn to be entertained because there was a lady paying her bill at the counter. As soon as she left, I come a bit closer to the counter. But I was ignored! A few girls who came later than me were given the attention.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I waited patiently. Until they left. I asked straight away if I can order my cake. The girl at the counter looked at me in 'such a way'. And she tells me that there is no way that they can provide me with a 2kg cake if the function is tomorrow. That was actually my first time to order cakes from that 'bakery'. So I don't really know the names of the cake. So I asked for the catalogue and she pulled a face. I was so angry but I realize that I look like someone who cannot afford to buy ANYTHING from them, so I kept quiet. I am a degree holder but it is just not my nature to speak my thought especially in a situation like this. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I ended up being ignored once again because new customers are coming. So I left, broken hearted. And I did not place the order. I went back. Luckily, the rain has stopped. I reached home, told the story to my sisters and cried my heart out. I was being judged for the way I appear to look that day. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">*****</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Can we stop people from looking down on us? I'd say the answer is No. But for a start, maybe we can stop ourselves from looking down on someone else. That way we may create a better environment for everyone. Peace, no war!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-69300394077716880252010-12-16T14:24:00.003+08:002010-12-16T15:56:57.186+08:00UntitledHello people.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm sorry for the long hiatus. And I don't know if I still know how to write! -_-"<br />A lot of things has happened, some which I've never expected. We can plan but HE is a much better planner. Kun Fayakun. Nonetheless at the end of the day after the thunder and storms there's always a rainbow. Perhaps it's just His way of testing us, reminding us that He should not be remembered only when everything turns upside down. Astaghfirullah.<br /><br />On a lighter note, I kinda have a good news. But of course, it is not to be disclosed here (yet) until everything is confirmed. :)<br /><br />Will write more soon, I promise. (But I never know how soon is soon. Tqvm. Hehehe)<br /><br />P.S 3211 almost there<br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-78058604246215866672010-11-15T13:16:00.005+08:002011-02-22T15:17:26.736+08:00Kids say the darndest thingsI've always wanted to record my conversations with my cousin, Dayana Syafi (4 yo) -- the youngest in our family.. but never had the chance to. She talks too much, she even talks in her sleep. -_-"<br /><br />I met her last weekend and she suddenly asked me to play with her. So I agreed.<br /><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Syafi:</span> Kakak Mimi, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">jom main</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> 'One, Two, Juice'.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I :</span> Okay, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">tapi selalu </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Syafi</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> main macamana?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Syafi: </span>Hm, <span style="font-style: italic;">ada macam ini </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(hand gesture of a gun)</span>,</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">macam ini</span>,<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> (hand gesture of water--open hand, fingers connected)</span>,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;">macam ini,</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(hand gesture of a bird--connecting tips of all fingers to each other) </span><span style="font-style: italic;">dengan lagi satu.... macam ni </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(Okay, at 1st she looks unsure about the other hand gesture, so I guess she simply created a new one. She connects (only) the tips of her thumb, index and middle fingers..and started to move them like when you're singing Twinkle-twinkle Little Star).</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I : </span>Okay, <span style="font-style: italic;">yang</span> last <span style="font-style: italic;">sekali tu apa, </span><span>Syafi</span><span style="font-style: italic;">?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Syafi: (Confidently) </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, itu ulat. Ulat gonggok.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I :</span> Okkayy -_-"</span><br /></blockquote><br />And we started the game, and she won the first round. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(Kakak Mimi - Bird: Syafi - Gun)</span>. And she shouted<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> "Yeay Syafi menang!"</span>.<br />The second round, it was a draw, both of us chose <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Gun</span>. She goes <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"Alamak, sama lah"</span>.<br />But in the third round, she declares herself the winner when she's not. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(Kakak Mimi - Gun: Syafi - Bird)</span>. My sister (Along) who's watching us playing started to explain to her that she's not supposed to win because Gun shoots Bird -- Gun defeats the Bird. So she said,<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Ok</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">. Ala, Kakak Mimi menang"</span></span><br />4th round. <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">(Kakak Mimi - Bird: Syafi - Water)</span>. And I said <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">"Yeay Kak Mimi menang!"</span><br /><blockquote>Syafi : <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kenapa </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Kakak Mimi</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> menang pulak?</span><br />Along : Sebab, Kakak Mimi Bird, Syafi Water. Bird<span style="font-style: italic;"> minum air, jadi </span>Bird <span style="font-style: italic;">menang lah!</span><br />Syafi :<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Tak boleh.</span><span> Kakak Mimi </span><span style="font-style: italic;">kalah jugak.</span></span><br />Us : <span style="font-style: italic;">Eh kenapa macam tu?</span><br />Syafi : <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Sebab </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Syafi</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> dah letak racun dalam air tu. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Bird </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">tu mati lah lepas minum air.</span><br /></blockquote><br />Heh. Innocent and carefree.<br /><br />Syafi, can you not grow up? :)<blockquote></blockquote>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-11348902893845622672010-10-27T20:42:00.004+08:002011-02-22T15:18:08.250+08:00Are you on diet?<div style="text-align: justify;">That was the question asked by a girl (whom I haven't met for quite some time) when I bumped into her this evening. And I said NO. I'm <b>never</b> on diet. I eat a lot and I have a big stomach. And I never say no to food. :P</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So we talked and again she asked if I'm taking any supplement or health food. Or do I exercise. Or eat 'selectively'. And I just laughed because I did none of those. I'm a lazy bump when it comes to exercising. I don't like to jog because I don't feel comfortable running in public. But she insisted to know (and at that point of time I already feel a bit annoyed). It's not like I'm <i>kurus kering. </i>Haih. -_-"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So I said to her, my only healthy tips is 10000 steps a day. So far I think that it's a good way of exercising without you putting too much effort. It's a natural way of exercising (sometimes, without you realizing). Err, and this has nothing to do with MOH's campaign. This is what I have been practicing for years already. And so far it works. :)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-25933016342733896152010-10-04T20:09:00.009+08:002011-02-22T15:17:42.685+08:00What am I without you?It's been more than a week since she's gone. But life has to go on.<br /><br />Anyways, I just want to share with you my fav Raya2010 pic.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KEB7zt3hdwE3C-bhk8DOa17T1TME83ZaCN6c1MNvb7Tni8rRVlB3q7BoeeakG5ova5HwLzTBySlR0xuX3s9BaWYq9n6mGTs1NgmuhJ3fFcylptV3OrLs59vC_B3jjpUd5Mw8nwzj7MM/s1600/love.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KEB7zt3hdwE3C-bhk8DOa17T1TME83ZaCN6c1MNvb7Tni8rRVlB3q7BoeeakG5ova5HwLzTBySlR0xuX3s9BaWYq9n6mGTs1NgmuhJ3fFcylptV3OrLs59vC_B3jjpUd5Mw8nwzj7MM/s320/love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524163765971031634" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*Spot the hidden face*<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;">I think that most Dads are funny. Well, maybe not all. But I bet you have at least one story of your Dad being funny, right? :)<br /><br />A lot of people said I look a lot like my Dad. Mama said I'm Dad's best friend. <span style="font-size:85%;">That, I couldn't agree more</span>. Ha ha. But she also said that it's not just about the facial resemblance. Everything comes in packages. And she started saying that I'm stubborn...just like him. Oh well. <span style="font-style: italic;">Bapa borek anak rintik </span>:P And oh, sometimes he's also my partner in crime. :D<br /><br />I love you Ayah. So much.<br /></div></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-57112996229618298012010-09-28T18:22:00.006+08:002010-11-01T12:46:00.812+08:00Not.giving.up.hope<div style="text-align: left;">Hello people.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>Iklan sekejap. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Yc_dl23xYB_1T4ZLneXpkFLtnRGnUaa_mRhG9iURwwPvCEkEa4FEBc86XpYLVWI4A2OEPaEaC1TIrz2_49jPkt-TwP3v_P3QY9bnt33KDxx3gtB1TGH56LiWp4BnRKAY44K5ty7c7rk/s1600/Rusty.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Yc_dl23xYB_1T4ZLneXpkFLtnRGnUaa_mRhG9iURwwPvCEkEa4FEBc86XpYLVWI4A2OEPaEaC1TIrz2_49jPkt-TwP3v_P3QY9bnt33KDxx3gtB1TGH56LiWp4BnRKAY44K5ty7c7rk/s320/Rusty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521933850892921010" border="0" /></a></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have a bad news. Rusty is missing. T_T. Since last Sunday.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Den and his family paid us a visit. Its <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Raya, kan</span></i>. When he got back he noticed that Rusty is not in her cage, not in the house, not around the house. In short, she's nowhere to be seen. :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So sad. Den is very depressed already. I don't know what to do. I ran out of soothing/comforting words. I'm such a bad girlfriend. T_T. He went and asked around the neighborhood, distributed flyers, went to the pet shop nearby just to check if anyone tries to sell her (NOOOOO). He did whatever he could.<br /><br />If she got ran over by a car, we might have seen her dead body. Even though that'll definitely be the worst thing to happen, at least we're done with uncertainties. Of not knowing whether she's still alive, or is it true that someone kidnapped her, or is she being 'rescued' by someone who thinks that she is abandoned (but don't give me that sh*t <i>lah</i>, she's pretty, clean and all. Doesn't make sense if they think that she is a stray cat) ..and the list goes on. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to the Vet in campus, gave a flyer to the staff at the counter asking her to get it pasted in the lobby. I was trying hard to hold back tears while talking to that person. I just hope that she'll be back anytime soon. The last time I get to kiss her was last Friday and I noticed how fast she has grown since I gave her to Den. :( Oh so saaaad.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We pray for your safety wherever you are. We hope that you have eaten and that you're not sick. We hope that this sorrow will end, soon.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUiEnbGbAHUpi8vvK-GmYSgQJM4UjgsQk-z57D7z96_ehO3ox3UmQ0EYTzqeBUuvCr0jAUeT7cIlNoz2T_-D-QN3tlRQT7ktyIrLg1SmQD0qNNV7ctYRfj1tCIFDQYY6osoYhmGZuNAc/s1600/Picture1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaUiEnbGbAHUpi8vvK-GmYSgQJM4UjgsQk-z57D7z96_ehO3ox3UmQ0EYTzqeBUuvCr0jAUeT7cIlNoz2T_-D-QN3tlRQT7ktyIrLg1SmQD0qNNV7ctYRfj1tCIFDQYY6osoYhmGZuNAc/s320/Picture1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521928925552373890" border="0" /></a></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Come home <i>Sayang</i>. Please come home. We miss you. T_T</div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-69149268790220288122010-09-02T18:47:00.008+08:002010-09-03T14:21:45.808+08:00So I misunderstood<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Dear Diary,<br /></div><br />There's a word that may describe what I'm feeling right now. It's<br />E-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.<br /><br /></div>Classes today were from 8: to 10:, 10: to 12: and finally 15: to 17:.<div><div style="text-align: justify;">My students asked me to join them for iftar. And I said yes. But the offer was followed by-- "You have to bring your own food <i>lah</i> Miss. <i>Kitorg sediakan</i> venue <i>je</i>." :P</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I can barely stand, and I didn't want to force myself to walk alone to get food. Luckily there's a mini Bazaar at the parking lot opposite the faculty. So I decided to buy something there. Half way back to the faculty, I noticed that I didn't buy my drinks yet. Sigh. So I headed there, again. On my way back, unfortunately, I dropped one of the plastic bags I was carrying. It was the one with the drink in it! That happened just before I crossed the road. A man walking nearby was looking at me when it happened. And he had this pity-that girl look on his face. Then he smiled, impliedly saying, <i>"Tak apa lah, tak ada rezeki' </i>I reckon.<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still want to buy drinks. So I walked to the shops, hoping to get a large bottle of Twister so that later, I <span style="font-style: italic;">boleh </span><span style="font-style: italic;">minum sampai puas. </span>And I did! Then I walked again, allowing myself a little smile of satisfaction. A man walking the opposite direction smiled at me. And I thought 'Oh maybe he smiled because he thought that I was smiling to him when I was smiling to myself just now'. And I walked across a few shops. Another man was smiling at me. And it felt weird. What is it with these people? Maybe they're just being nice. After all, <span style="font-style: italic;">Senyum tu kan sedekah.</span><br /><br />Approaching the small gate to enter the faculty area, I suddenly noticed that there was a twig on my <span style="font-style: italic;">kain</span>. And I've been carrying it with me since I don't know when. Now that explained the 'smiles' that I received. -_-" I brushed it off, and walked again. That's basically the story of the day.<br /><br />P.S Something went wrong. I actually clicked the 'save now' button but this post was published.<br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-70054769644960894642010-09-01T13:25:00.006+08:002010-09-01T15:23:38.004+08:00Study Yang Yok.<div style="text-align: justify;">Den has a test today. And I asked him to join me at the library. To my shock, he agreed. <span style="font-style: italic;">(semasa </span><span>undergrad</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> beliau tidak <s>pernah</s> selalu pergi ke </span><span><a>library</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><a>. </a></span><span><a>Ha ha ha</a></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><a>).</a></span><br /><br /><a>So we carried our backpacks and walked together. Den said it feels like school again. But technically we are still in school. Heh. Maybe because this time the situation is slightly different, -- working and studying and fooling around the same time. Tee hee.<br /><br />I was working on a few stuffs when he said that it's difficult to study when I am in front of him. O_0. So he ended up taking a nap instead of attending to his notes and book. Oh well. I should have seen that coming. </a>:P<br /><br />But knowing that I have a friend to literally be there when I am studying, I feel grateful. At least I'm not sitting alone today. I miss group-studying! :(<br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-55378540710074880812010-08-19T17:33:00.005+08:002010-08-31T23:05:02.200+08:00Faint! x_x<div>I just love how the first season of Glee ended.<br />It was just perfect, with the two characters I love the most, singing together.<br /><br />Today, the students presented their Dialogues.<br />One of the performances was about an audition for a singing competition.<br />A man clad in leather (<span style="font-style: italic;">tak pun sbnrnya..he he</span>), accessorized with necklace and wristbands -- complete rock image, entered the audition room.<br />When asked to sing a song, he took his guitar, but ended up singing<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />Somewhere over the rainbow.<br /><br />I didn't expect him to sing THAT song.<br />And he didn't ruin the song. Not even a bit.<br />*sheepish smile*<br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-52099147343636948572010-08-16T14:27:00.003+08:002010-08-16T16:55:48.301+08:00One pathetic soul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Lw6OjS45isBVXOFLuhMqe6zTZVaJ2nZzm5AAUuPTHX2X-OrUqABtB8Qszt1PrvC3SSU-4xpI02wRmJMdjYsrp-ZgXW1XPO9BQX4puKn5fEHP5S7lehDdFD9TE5zLLrXop2sXW_-1oI8/s1600/DSC00038-1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Lw6OjS45isBVXOFLuhMqe6zTZVaJ2nZzm5AAUuPTHX2X-OrUqABtB8Qszt1PrvC3SSU-4xpI02wRmJMdjYsrp-ZgXW1XPO9BQX4puKn5fEHP5S7lehDdFD9TE5zLLrXop2sXW_-1oI8/s320/DSC00038-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505893675363719106" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm happy but not that happy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Roadtax costs me RM30.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can I not think about the part where I need to pay for the insurance?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Haih.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></u></span></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-55802652695374379862010-08-10T19:22:00.004+08:002010-08-11T15:32:51.576+08:00Of men and compliments<div style="text-align: justify;">Like any other guy, Den seldom gives compliments (except when he was 'forced' to do so, of course). He picked me up the other day for lunch. And as soon as I entered the car he was like, "Oh, I think you're fat." I thought that that was just it, when he continued "See, you even have double chins now." Now that, according to him, should be taken as a compliment. I'm confused. O_o<br /><br />P.S. His lines should be followed by "You're not fat. You're just curvy". That's more like it. :D<br /></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-84974320085259598292010-08-02T17:21:00.005+08:002010-08-04T19:01:56.315+08:00I wonder why<div style="text-align: justify;">...some people like to publicize VERY sensitive personal issues. I personally think that it's disrespectful to let the whole wide world to know about things which are meant to be personal, especially those involving their family, parents, or significant other. <i>Perkara yang baik tak apa, yang buruk, jangan lah,</i> please? <i>Tak baik.</i></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-57543924424280314902010-07-27T20:54:00.012+08:002010-07-28T17:48:56.606+08:00Adopting a child who's trapped in a cat's body<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP0HiRGfADfQYGXrAQT2Q6HC17QnJZTEdUKWWfZUhGJ6kim4nkvXyxtcdpSneVr6DDo4GSs6il0yEX1wQr4vbG3wOTPtI3mFfA7aBuUoy4rPtgSEmMvKirP2Zyvup02coUusD2eR3fxlA/s320/DSC00140.JPG" style="text-align: right;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498569563126068322" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hello everyone. I'm Rusty :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">According to Den, Rusty is a domestic long hair (a mixed breed). I never cared much about cat breeds whatsoever but now I'm learning. He he. I promised a cat for Den's birthday so I decided to adopt Rusty. I guess I made him happy. :D Yeay to that. The mother has a bushy tail and I think that it's a Siamese. However, the characteristic of a Siamese cat is inherited by Rusty's other sibling named Blacky. So bushy and furry and cute! 0_O. But this one is not ours. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YfVocvUEsj5uLFoeL-Z9Nq52iUxllR0uKL1O75oWcgRdGWZJG4qC_0MPXB87op_KtgWrhXFbGPnXwpsFHzreYv47IYIaglaUJq58QSeQutWmzbpMMKaC5w4wLZtM3N6NDeiSJuRLvh0/s320/DSC00150.JPG" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyhow, we're taking turns to take care of Rusty, however the rightful owner is still Den although he says that it's OUR cat. But I gave the cat to him so technically it's his, right? Okay </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">tak penting. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rusty is really lucky, it has a father now. Literally. One who feeds him/her (not really sure about the sex yet. But I say she's a girl. Tee Hee.), buys her toy, sleeps with her, cleans up her poop, soon going to buy her a plush or blanket. Haih. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kecik-kecik lagi sudah</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> spoilt. -_- </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The major problem now is that Rusty doesn't want to stay in her cage! She'll run amok, keeps hitting her head on the bars, and the other day Den found her head almost stuck between the bars, a result of her failed attempt to escape. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Kepala awak tak muat lah sayang. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pity her. Any suggestions? But I told Den to just let her stay in the cage because sooner or later she's supposed to get used to it. And it's not that we're gonna leave her in the cage all the time. Daddy needs to go to work. And his classes too. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Masalah keluarga.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-24013721683002320002010-07-22T19:53:00.002+08:002010-07-27T23:34:19.651+08:00Ting ting ting.Been thinking of doorgifts for the E thing<span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(walaupun tak ada tarikh pun lagi)</span></span></span>.<br /><br />Something hand made, perhaps? :)mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-35422558786869014042010-07-16T10:32:00.006+08:002010-07-16T12:03:38.881+08:00New Moon = Cinta Baru? How distorted.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Hello people.</span></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I have to admit that I suck at giving titles to my posts. Sometimes they are not related at all. But who cares. :P Anyway, I'm aware that the Twilight Saga is being translated to Malay but I didn't know that New Moon becomes </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Cinta Baru</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">. It doesn't suit the description of the story as a whole, and it is not even a direct translation! Ha ha. Fear not, this post is not about Twilight, or Eclipse which I've recently watched. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But if you want to talk about </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">cinta baru, </span></span></i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> found a new love. It's addictive. And I might consider this as a weekend hobby, or perhaps, to apply for a post as an arts and crafts teacher which I think will be fun. :) I'm still new at this, and I hope that I can get the actual tools needed so that the process will be less tedious and definitely more enjoyable.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It's called </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">paper quilling</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">, and I consider </span></span><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://miyyahatkertas.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Miyyah@Kertas</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> as my sifu. As for now, I'm working on a mini project for Den's birthday next week. It's like a ritual that I'll give something 'handmade' for his birthday. (been doing that since 2007 I guess :D) Will let you know when I'm done, but I'll not upload the end product though. </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Takut nanti ada yang nk termuntah hijau. </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Ha ha. If happens that I have a new project and god willing I have the time to get it done anytime soon, I'll let you guys know!</span></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Until then. Be Happy!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">xoxo</span></span></div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8543142772501117916.post-19039737645005453842010-07-15T18:00:00.003+08:002010-07-16T12:04:07.580+08:00I think......that vending machines selling sanitary pads should exist! (here in the faculty)<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Because I forgot to restock.<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"> banyak makan semut punya pasal</span></i></div><div>*</div><div>*</div><div>*</div><div>*</div><div>*</div><div><br /></div><div>PMS.</div><div><br /></div><div>Feel like shooting someone, or smack one's face real hard.</div><div>Damnation.</div>mimie_thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04914542897655205649noreply@blogger.com2