<?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-8605484454294232999</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:43:34.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NyteShyne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2711739788601903026</id><published>2009-02-23T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:18:51.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 22nd, 2009 – Sunday (1430)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power out! I’m hoping that it won’t be long because the laptop juice is already half-way through. I and my younger siblings are obviously bored. All three of us are at the porch cause its hot inside. The youngest is driving the Pajero at the side ‘lawn’ while my younger sister listening to music on her hand-phone while reading a book that I bought her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to talk about except keep update on the current situation with the ‘men’ in my life…hahaha, yeah right. Both men no longer held any interest to me. Don’t really know what happen. Though I still think of them occasionally but I seem to accept the fact that they are really not available for me and also the thrill is no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these changes of heart got me thinking about a program that I once saw on Discovery Channel. It was about how our smelling sense affect our ‘feeling’ in regards to finding a partner. Currently, I’m having a bad case of flu + fever + sore-throat. If the flu block my ability to smell the ‘pheromone’ that responsible for the attraction factor, then it could explain why both men does not hold any interest in me. Seriously, just days earlier, I was so into them and keep taking a secret glance at them. However, yesterday, I barely look at their direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, Science really has an answer to all of our primitive behavior. We rely on our senses in finding that someone in our life. It made me think, what sort of smell appeal to me? I love food, so should my man smell of grill-chicken? Hehehe…I am seriously bored. Why else would I be thinking of man, smell and food in the same sentence? The power is back on. Time to start watching tv again and stop thinking about this ridiculous stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-2711739788601903026?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2711739788601903026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2711739788601903026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2711739788601903026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2711739788601903026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-out.html' title='Power-Out'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-1757663582848518815</id><published>2009-02-23T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:14:03.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappoinment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday - 19th February 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so disappointed! It turns out that there is a high probability that he’s married. A friend of mine saw him in a car with kids in it. Either they are his or not, we have to wait and see. However, before this news were told to me I was thinking to myself, would I really want to be involved with him if it turns out that he’s interested in me also? For a few moments, doubt fills my mind. Like any other ‘interest’ I had in the past, a moment of doubt always colored my judgment. I can’t remember what decision I reached moments ago before I received the news. But the fact that I had my doubt might lead to this turn of event. Maybe I am not ready to be with anyone no matter how desperate I want to be with someone. Let pretend that maybe the kids are not his. And he turns out to be single and available; would I still want to pursue him? To be honest, I am scare of the possibilities of it and yet I need to face that fear. Even if it’s not going to work out, I need to at least try. Our first telephone conversation could be a disaster and we decide to stop there and then; at least I give it a shot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that lately I’m always attracted to the married kind? Is it because my taste has evolved to the mature type? I really don’t know what to do about it. Is there a cure? Will I be interested in guys that are in my own age group? What are the chances of me finding a mature guy that is single and available? I want my status to change this year, if can before I turn 27 years old. I want to be with somebody that I care and cares about me in return, without much complication. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t shake the feeling of being disappointed. First it was that guy, sensing already that he’s not available and yet still I put up hope until to the point that he ignored me. I guess he knows about my feeling hence why he was compelled to treat me that way. Only after my ego was bruised by the brush-off did I turn my attention to this other guy. And now it turns out that he’s also not available. It seems my luck with men lately is on the down-side. In order to cheer myself up I said to myself that a better guy is just around the corner for me. All I need to do is to be patient just a little bit longer. Just hold-on a little bit more until we both reach that intersection where our paths cross each other. Could it be? Is he really out there/ is he really for me? Will he be the one? That final one for me that lasted in marriage, kids and living our old days together? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-1757663582848518815?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1757663582848518815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=1757663582848518815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1757663582848518815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1757663582848518815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2009/02/disappoinment.html' title='Disappoinment'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-5736634059798753652</id><published>2009-02-14T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:45:20.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always - kinda- complain about how it was easy for me to 'fall in' and equally easy 'fall out' of it. Always tought of it as a 'burden' as I'm unable to stay focus on one guy for a long period of time. But recently, I couldn't wait to fall-out of with the latest guy I'm having an attraction with. I'm 99.99% sure that he's not available for me. It's hard to explain how I feel towards him but while I was waiting my car's turn at a car-wash shop, I wrote down what I likes about him. After I finish one whole page of my notebook, I realize that I had let the toughts of him to occupy my mind, time and energy and it just not worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I realize about me is that I have the tendency to make things complicated especially when it comes to men. Why do I always fall for those that I cannot have? I feel like crying sometimes. Back from the office earlier today I took a tour around town instead of the usual route I always use when going home. Part of me just wants to drive around as I listen to sentimental songs, it helps me to sing along the love-hate-pain type of song. To be honest, part of the reason why I took the long route was because I was hoping that I came across him on the road. How pathetic can I be? Knowing that I cannot be with him but still hoping for...&lt;em&gt;something.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; Personally needing HELP; xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-5736634059798753652?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5736634059798753652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=5736634059798753652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5736634059798753652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5736634059798753652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2009/02/guy-problem.html' title='Guy Problem'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-425791734428967148</id><published>2009-02-13T14:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:46:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treats 4 My Family @ Nurizna Restaurants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUWGi1VllI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SqmXaDLGP5o/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302168437984171602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUWGi1VllI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SqmXaDLGP5o/s320/DSC00300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Cuzs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUVu6uQVyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Udiar4ZHazE/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302168032080058146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUVu6uQVyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Udiar4ZHazE/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; da Uncles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302168319204249682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUV_oV_0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_MEh8Zcu850/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da family Matriarchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUVnNig4RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ci4y-nwQq60/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302167899692130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUVnNig4RI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ci4y-nwQq60/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUUeGNSF-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oKlj-0KoOXg/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302166643593582562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUUeGNSF-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oKlj-0KoOXg/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUUBkq96jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1v2C0-sGXcI/s1600-h/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302166153554946610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUUBkq96jI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1v2C0-sGXcI/s320/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sampat posing while 2gu giliran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUTJurkcVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qDG9Yy2ughs/s1600-h/DSC00293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302165194169151826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUTJurkcVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qDG9Yy2ughs/s320/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ai amit...kn mcek meja sbalah mliat byk lg kh nda dri meja kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUSuNEWYOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/h9uAw6ce12M/s1600-h/DSC00288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302164721289814242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUSuNEWYOI/AAAAAAAAAEE/h9uAw6ce12M/s320/DSC00288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amir...my youngest nephew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8605484454294232999-425791734428967148?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/425791734428967148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=425791734428967148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/425791734428967148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/425791734428967148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2009/02/treats-4-my-family-nurizna-restaurants.html' title='Treats 4 My Family @ Nurizna Restaurants'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SZUWGi1VllI/AAAAAAAAAFE/SqmXaDLGP5o/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-6793289498908038396</id><published>2009-01-30T22:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:35:22.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasik Lama 27/01/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's the different between hiking and tracking?hmm.... Anyway, I went to Tasik Lama last tuesday, that will be the 3rd time this month and this time we went to the 1st hill but using the short-cut road..hehe, mbuyuk plang tu but nalih jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297090840069498578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMMDclRZtI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZxOPQ-GfNA8/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;view on da way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i was 'sot-of' complaining about the climb, told my friends that I'm going straight to Pasar Malam Gdg after that and buy tungking + kebab + burger. I guess while i talk about the delicous-ness of da food, durang bpun tesliur and one thing leads to another and we end up having dinner @ i-Lotus...lolz. Mcm na pedah rsanya kmi excersie ah...kekeke&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297092456880343058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMNhjrBCBI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6QMtjwzVpIo/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297092748403805474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMNyhroDSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/X-4CfC735KI/s320/DSC00197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-6793289498908038396?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6793289498908038396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=6793289498908038396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6793289498908038396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6793289498908038396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2009/01/tasik-lama.html' title='Tasik Lama 27/01/2009'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMMDclRZtI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZxOPQ-GfNA8/s72-c/DSC00190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2897236885669760608</id><published>2009-01-30T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:09:27.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Treats on 21/01/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My big bro had been nagging me bila kn blanja, so finally i took them out for dinner. It was ok lah, da menu not so great. Kata org ikut nasib, kdg nyaman ia kdg nda. We're not lucky dat evening, i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMH3w8GtGI/AAAAAAAAADk/2xxjWSW2tkA/s1600-h/@FÃ¶xY014-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297086241329034338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMH3w8GtGI/AAAAAAAAADk/2xxjWSW2tkA/s320/%40F%C3%B6xY014-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Diz pics taken after da dinner, while lepak-ing outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMGM5S_29I/AAAAAAAAADM/9YcXd7n5Bkc/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297084405326535634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMGM5S_29I/AAAAAAAAADM/9YcXd7n5Bkc/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eldest sis &amp;amp; fmily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297084893295647138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMGpTH5maI/AAAAAAAAADU/g8dCkTu6qyA/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My 2nd sis &amp;amp; fmily + my mom (in pink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297085262191622178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMG-xXjeCI/AAAAAAAAADc/ypB5v9KAZ54/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; err...supose 2b my bro &amp;amp; fmily but diz r da only proof of them being there. My 3 nephews were hard to control, they make that place as if their own. Imagine sja, durang lari2 rah dining area atu, kmi plang yg ijap..bek jua nda rmai org&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-2897236885669760608?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2897236885669760608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2897236885669760608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2897236885669760608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2897236885669760608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-treats-on-210109.html' title='Family Treats on 21/01/09'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SYMH3w8GtGI/AAAAAAAAADk/2xxjWSW2tkA/s72-c/%40F%C3%B6xY014-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-5247143201808443789</id><published>2008-12-13T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:36:49.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Penyakit Lama</title><content type='html'>In a heartbeat I saw his face today. It was clear - VERY clear. At a second look it was one of the office guy, does not even come close to a resemblance. I blame it on our brief chatting last friday night. I don't know what else to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-5247143201808443789?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5247143201808443789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=5247143201808443789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5247143201808443789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5247143201808443789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/12/penyakit-lama.html' title='Penyakit Lama'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4432363186459499166</id><published>2008-12-13T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:21:13.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSjUvjQQI/AAAAAAAAADE/0qsXhbd3JAA/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279294692513759490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSjUvjQQI/AAAAAAAAADE/0qsXhbd3JAA/s320/DSC00099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSjNZlaTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4f-VD22W00Q/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279294690542577970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSjNZlaTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4f-VD22W00Q/s320/DSC00098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSi4AO1II/AAAAAAAAAC0/fMLbeHBoZyc/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279294684799095938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSi4AO1II/AAAAAAAAAC0/fMLbeHBoZyc/s320/DSC00097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSi79lL9I/AAAAAAAAACs/zwVHVx21VR4/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279294685861720018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSi79lL9I/AAAAAAAAACs/zwVHVx21VR4/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I have no comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4432363186459499166?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4432363186459499166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4432363186459499166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4432363186459499166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4432363186459499166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-day.html' title='My First Day'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/SUPSjUvjQQI/AAAAAAAAADE/0qsXhbd3JAA/s72-c/DSC00099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4988607503055052206</id><published>2008-12-07T13:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T13:46:28.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days; Gaji, Meeting, Pengait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02/12/2008 – 1110 (Tuesday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am bored, bukan plang nada keraja tapi malas ku kan buat msani. Ani bru 1112, lum ku breakfast and lama lgi kn lunch. Hmm….krg lunch ku sma spa ah? Yday dah ku nda lunch sal nada dgn ku. Msani lg karing sal gaji ku lum kuar. Today is 2nd November 2008, kuar kah nda hal ani ah. Tdi msa meeting sma big boz, ada hod dri finance jua. Ada dmentionnya sal ia nda tau dmna org bru ( maksudnya aku) kna posted wlaupun kna mention ku mlapor rah admin section. Iath klinya gaji ku lum kuar atu, lum during sain or prepare kli. Bah mun nda tau kna taruh dmna, dpt jua jua durang solve da problem with one phone call sja tu…direct tnya rah big boz or secretary nya. Ani nda, mesti kah aku lg turun kbwah n introduce myself? Cheh…pyah tu eh mun mcm atu. Bsar kli ah tmpat ani mun ku mesti introduce myself to every1, apa case plang dgn org atas2 atu, mesti th ku bknalan sma vvip atu jua? Logic nda kurapak ku ani? mental…mental… (stress bah sal lum kuar gaji, karing kli ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03/12/2008 – 0745 (Wednesday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ptg ada event rah dewan dbwah, ceramah mengenai ibadat qurban sempena hari raya aidiladha yg nda lg btah ani. Ia start around 1445 smpai 1615. Inda byk siap kraja ku kmarin a2. Ani krg kna bwa HOD meeting sma big bosses. Jadi tukang catit plang sja, bukan ikut discuss sma during eh. According to org lama meetingnya ani kdg smpai kul 1, almost 2pm lah baru slasai and NO BREAK in between. Fuyoo…byk susah ini mcm. Hmm, ingau jua ku apa kn dbuat krg ani. But I’m more concern about my tummy, tkut ku ia growling in the midst of meeting krg…lol. Iatah ku awal tdi jln dri rumah around 7am sal kn singgah rah burung pingai brkas mbli sdikit mknan. Now I’m typing this while eating popia and begedil. Mcm alum jua ku knyng tpi nda lg mau masuk mknan ani. Kn mkn ubat lg ni. Hmm….mkn pagi ani kh krg ptg ah? Dmlm aku mkn arnd 2000s prsan ku. Kira brapa jam dah tu?...11 hours, boleh lah tu. Baik jua mkn awal ani dri lupa krg. Mkn begedil lg sbiji sblum mkn ubat eh :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04/12/2008 – 0754 (Thursday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapar eh, yday awal ku mkn breakfast. Hmm…sapa krg dgn ku kbwah ah mbli mknan? I’m going to start dieting today. Pressure ku sal org cni ani mcm fitness freak fanatic enthusiast. Hence, I’m going to skip lunch, maybe mkn buah or sandwich sja...uwahahaha…da tots depressed me…kekeke. Bos ada dah sbalah dlm bliknya but ku msih lg buat kraja nda berfaedah ani. Mcm nada mood ku wah kn kraja. Durang big boz ada trip ni, tpi my boz nda ikut, cheh..spoil eh.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I got another vaccination shot lg, bek jua sbalah tgn sja, msih lg trsa skitnya smpai ani. That’s mean one more shot left for the vaccination. But need to draw blood two more times, one for the vaccination result and the other for my condition. Did I mention kah that my fitness test result the last time ada problem ckit. Pass plang ku overall, no fatal illness anytime soon. But something’s wrong with my blood. The blood level ok, blood-pressure ok but the hemoglobin size was small and the quantity low. Well, that’s what the doctor said at the time, she also mentioned that there is a possibility of me having a mild thelasmia. So need to do another blood-test. I remember that one of my friends has this condition that she had to have drips in order to get well. I had this result in early November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an appointment last Saturday to get the result of my latest blood-test. It turns out that I’m not thalasmic after all just a problem with my iron carrier – I think..!?! Let’s just say that I have Iron-Deficiency. The doctor then prescribed me with 3 different medicines to tackle the problem. She’s going to review my condition again after 3 months so I have to get another blood-test for it. That’s mean I have 2 more blood-test and 2 more medical appointment and 1 more vaccination shot.&lt;br /&gt;Ish, mcm panjang sja skli ani my blog, pukul 0818 dah, better start my day with REAL work  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04/12/2008 – 0959 (Thursday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just finish having breakfast with some of my colleagues. Macam-macm cerita kluar tadi and one of them is about Pengait. I never really give it much thought before. But this morning I found out that this pengait is actually a human not a ghost / spiritual entity. Imagine my surprise to hear this version of Pengait. According to the story-teller, Pengait actually a human that are being given a double-0 license i.e license to kill (like 007) According to the teller, the reason that this person hunt for a head is that according to the myth, a head (especially of a child) can make a high-story building to be stronger (applicable to a more than 10 stories building) According to this person also, in the past (way before I was born) the hunting was actually allowed by the authority. There are two people who became the Pengait, omputeh &amp;amp; i-ban. Seriously, at this point I was too shell-shocked that all I did was stare at that person with my mouth hanging open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that was not the most shocking part. Here is the kicker – Pengait still exist in today’s time. I was like…WHAT?!?! Yes, she said again trying to convince me. According to her, nowadays Pengait was let ‘loose’ intentionally so they can hunt for heads. But they will eventually be captured again in the end. I don’t know how to respond to her, all I’m able to do was shake my head. To think that people believe in this kind of myth. Seriously, from now on every time I looked at a high-rise structure I will be thinking of this. Personally, I still think that all these stories were told to frightened kids or even youngsters. But for a grown-up to believe in this kind of thing is quite disconcerting. I guess it really up to the individual to distinguish what is real or not or should I say what is right or wrong - incase its true??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4988607503055052206?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4988607503055052206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4988607503055052206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4988607503055052206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4988607503055052206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/12/3-days-gaji-meeting-pengait.html' title='3 days; Gaji, Meeting, Pengait'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-8025778850084368833</id><published>2008-11-14T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:33:12.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empowerment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend sent me via sms a website address. At first I didn't pay it much attention. But as I sat in front of the laptop browsing around the internet pages, I decide to give it a try. From the title of the web address, it's not what I thought it would be. At my current situation it surely applicable and hence I'm going to post a few extracts on a particular article that strikes me the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So life is going great. You’re doing the flirting, meeting the people, and enjoying your dates. Then SMACK! …..You find a guy that you’re crazy about and your world comes crashing down, but in a kind of good way. You can’t stop thinking about him and the fairytale romance you see in the movies might just be a possibility…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep you’re in lust. Some people call it love. I call it – rose tinted wonderland or being on drugs…. Whatever floats your boat …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me explain the problem here. Being in this state of lust can cause a little delusion, insanity and insomnia. Being in this state of lust usually stops us from seeing what is really going on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are too busy daydreaming about how fantastic a relationship with this person will be, that we cant even see that this guy doesn’t know what he wants to eat for lunch, let alone think about anything in regards to a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry; there is hope. Because right now I’m going to give you some tips and hints so that you’ll be equipped with ammunition for when its time to shoot down any potential ideas about this guy and ditch him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what constitutes ditching material?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t make the effort to contact you regularly. Now if your ideal relationship involves a guy who is only willing to put 10% effort into it, then by all means go for it. But if you are looking for someone that will give you a little more than just the time of day then I would suggest that you reconsider.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you just might think that this is a little harsh to ditch someone for but the deceptive thing about this problem is that we don’t make a big deal out of it. We tend to make excuses for the guy, that he is busy, that something big has come up, that he doesn’t have 20 cents to make a simple PHONE CALL TO YOU.There are a number of reason why he isn’t contacting you. The first one, is simply he isn’t interested in talking to you all the time. It’s only when he is in the mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly he is acting up so that you don’t get your hopes up too high. He doesn’t want to be on his best behavior because then he figures you will end up liking him too much ( the ironic thing is that this actually works in his favour).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thirdly he doesn’t want to have frequent conversations with you because he is afraid you are going to bring up the “where is the relationship going” conversation, and quite frankly, it would be less painful to jump off a bridge into shark infested waters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is girls. Don’t excuse someone’s bad behavior! I have found that if a guy isn’t contacting you regularly and consistently, that he just isn’t that INTO you. I know it sucks and it’s hard to hear but your time is better spent on someone else, more deserving of your love and attention."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;a href="http://www.baggagereclaim.co.uk/"&gt;www.baggagereclaim.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, no need to mention what all this about. I hope I can stop dreaming and wake-up and face reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-8025778850084368833?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8025778850084368833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=8025778850084368833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8025778850084368833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8025778850084368833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/empowering.html' title='Empowerment'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-653934482198880535</id><published>2008-11-14T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:38:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another round of whining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fates...can be 'cruel' sometimes. My final day is today. As mentioned in previous blogs, haven't seen him in a while. However, around 315pm today got called over to the other building (where his office is) by the second boss. Turns out they prepared small feast on my behalf. We ate, laugh and the conversation flows. Only after 15 minutes or so had past did he appear into the pantry. And one of our colleagues points out that our clothes are matching today. My shirt and his are almost in the same shade, purplish pink. While his tie and my tudung are in the same dark purple shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts thinking that of all days, it had to be today where our 'personality' become in-sync. He did not even give a proper farewell to me. Just left after the little celebration. I understand that he's a busy man, have to meet clients and all that. But can't he at least say goodbye and wish me luck?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I promised myself to move-on. But it hurts. It hurts to think of what might have been. I wish that he would just say something. Just an indication whether he likes me or not instead of playing this hide and seek game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peave &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-653934482198880535?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/653934482198880535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=653934482198880535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/653934482198880535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/653934482198880535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-round-of-whining.html' title='Another round of whining'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-8368302085119245634</id><published>2008-11-12T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:06:43.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He ruined my chances with other guys. At least for now. Opportunities came knocking today and though I didn't reject it but I know that at the back of my mind it wont work. As I confided with a friend about my dilemma, she told me that maybe he's not the type of a guy that goes for a short fling as he knows that I'm leaving soon. Though I know the probability of this statement being true is very slim, still I let it to disillusion me into believing it. Because it helps. It helps me to feel better. It helps me not to hate him. Helps me to forgive him and myself as well. And above all, helps me to move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; save da World &amp;amp; Time Lessened da Pain; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-8368302085119245634?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8368302085119245634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=8368302085119245634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8368302085119245634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8368302085119245634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/spoiler.html' title='Spoiler'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-3658095201747695994</id><published>2008-11-11T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:53:35.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thanks for that dash of cold water. Since last Friday, we have no contact at all after all the flirting we build-up ever since last month. And it all boils down to nothing. When finally we talked (on the phone) it was all business. No 'warmth' in his voice. Don't get me wrong, he was nice and polite with few jokes here and there but the whole conversation left me shuddering as if ice cold water being trickled down my back. Can't help from feeling blues after that. But I guess I had seen it coming all along. Me and you, not going to happen. Its my final week, deep down I was hoping you would do something. But after what hapen this afternoon, I feel that you already saying goodbye to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World...xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-3658095201747695994?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3658095201747695994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=3658095201747695994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3658095201747695994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3658095201747695994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-5392276414286911026</id><published>2008-11-09T11:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:43:23.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm....not in the mood to blog this time. Earlier when I woke up, got all sorts of issue I want to talk about. But now after my breakfast, I can't think of anything at all...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 minutes pass, I'm still staring at this window, alternating it with my Facebook. I'm going to give 15 minutes more, if still got nothing I'm just going to post what ever I got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friend house last night and just hang. It's been a while since the last time I hang out with the group. Few things change and yet some things didnt change. Hard for me to explain, better I just keep it to myself to avoid from hurting anyone's feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventhough I'm surrounded by all those guys, at the back of my mind I keep thinking of &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. I know that I need to close that particular chapter in my life. I can see now that there is no future in that direction. All I need is to build a wall to help me resist him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; ... xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/8605484454294232999-5392276414286911026?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5392276414286911026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=5392276414286911026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5392276414286911026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5392276414286911026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4231120151919057226</id><published>2008-11-04T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:43:04.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skip a Hertbeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you guys ever heard the song Heartbeat by Scouting For Girls? From one of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"...everytime that we meet, I skipped a heartbeat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That is how I seem to feel a few moments ago. My MSN is on as I'm chatting with my friends. As I was busy with my FB, I ignored most of the blinking light at the bottom bar. But at one glance I saw that the blinking part has &lt;strong&gt;his &lt;/strong&gt;(the guy I was talking about below) MSN nick on it and I have this weird sensation in my chest. It is as if someone giving me a suprise by standing behind the door. My mood immediately lifted and I clicked on the blinking bar as fast as I can. He typed only one line of Q. I answered in two lines.  But as I eagerly awaited for his reply, I realized that he already &lt;em&gt;appeared offline.&lt;/em&gt; Still I waited, hoping that he would reply. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was almost 30 mnts ago. And here I am sitting in front of the laptop, waiting for him. My mood is slowly going down. Everytime there is an orange blink at the bottom, my heart wish that it was him but its NOT him. I think  I better quit for tonight. "&lt;em&gt;Waiting can be painful&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; Hoping 4 inner Peace; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4231120151919057226?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4231120151919057226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4231120151919057226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4231120151919057226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4231120151919057226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/skip-hertbeat.html' title='Skip a Hertbeat'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-8203237313179778667</id><published>2008-11-04T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:32:17.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping for a better tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;About the story below, I will continue it next time. First I want to let out this frustration that I have inside my chest. I LIKE A GUY FROM WORK. He '&lt;em&gt;seems&lt;/em&gt;' to like me also but since last Friday, there were very little contact between me and him. Yesterday, I was a bit upset as I was in a little bit of 'pain'. Told him about it and expecting empathy but got nothing, he just made joke about it. Cheh...MEN, either they're really clueless or just very good pretender. Today, I didn't see him at all. He even did not on his msn (or maybe he appeared offline) I'm really frustrated. I mean, seriously, I'm &lt;strong&gt;missing&lt;/strong&gt; him at this very moment and what he do? He DISAPPEAR!!!!! I hate men at this moment. Wait...I don't hate men, I HATE him! ( I feel like crying...sob,sob-sniff,sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Owh by the way, the Presidential Election will commence around 11pm (local time) All the best to all of us, may the 'right' candidate win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; Hope 2moro wiLL Be a beTTer DaY; xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/8605484454294232999-8203237313179778667?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8203237313179778667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=8203237313179778667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8203237313179778667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8203237313179778667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-story-below-i-will-continue-it.html' title='Hoping for a better tomorrow'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-7980808476344386031</id><published>2008-10-20T18:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:07:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I received something today. I didn't know about it until around 445pm. Anyway, i found out about it through my brother, he text as I was driving after i picked up my sister from MD. He asked if he can 'open' the item. I reply what for as it does not belong to you (something along those line). Me and my sister didn't went straight home, we made a detour to Katok area to check the new school that being rumoured as the new school for 'some' of the form six students currently at MD. After we check-out that area, i slowly (not really) drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way to my house, i was having dreadful feeling. I keep saying to myself, 'its ok - its ok, nothing to be worried about. What's meant to be are meant to be, just accept it'. Once i got home, i immediately......(skip skip skip skip) Will continue this story next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; Never giVe-uP on your dReam; xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-7980808476344386031?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7980808476344386031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=7980808476344386031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/7980808476344386031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/7980808476344386031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4489264743971145440</id><published>2008-10-13T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:11:00.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Satire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wrote this blog earlier this morning but forgot to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The Presidential race of a very well-known country in the globe are getting more and more entertaining. It is like watching a Hollywood movie. One issue after another are emerging 3 weeks before the election day starts. It really is entertaining to read, heard and watch the 'political arena' being covered by the media. The 'support' from the entertainment crew itself had also help to lightened up the tone of otherwise a very serious situation. After all it is the future of millions or so people are at stacked for the next four years within the country it self (the rest of us in the world surely will be affected as well depending especially on its foreign policy)..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save the World &amp;amp; Hope for Better Future; xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4489264743971145440?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4489264743971145440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4489264743971145440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4489264743971145440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4489264743971145440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/10/political-satire.html' title='Political Satire'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2627318190924920654</id><published>2008-10-13T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:10:16.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Noticing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I typed this blog last 2 weeks, couldn't remember the date though maybe around the first week of Hari Raya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Reluctant I am to touch on the issue yet the situation persistently keep nagging me. The state of affairs seems to have no OR less impact upon our nation’s society or maybe the circle I am in just not into the economic issue. Recently, dubbed as a ‘giant’ corporation in one of the developed country in the western region had collapsed and that country is scrambling an effort to save the whole state of affairs by giving a ‘hand’ into the matters. The situation is still pending till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the first time this news erupted, it has snared my interest and got me into thinking that PERHAPS it might leads us into another economic chaos as happened in the late 1990’s (God forbid). People around the world especially developed and ‘active’ developing countries will be affected by this. And no doubt, we might feel the heat as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered a week into the issue, one of the local newspaper had published a story regarding one of the sub-company of this ‘giant’ corporation where it stated that the locals that has ‘interest’ in the company assets were not as worried as those in our neighboring country (a day before the newspaper showed a picture where people flocking outside the same company in another country trying to get reassurance) It makes me wondered, are we really that ‘sure’ of the guarantee given to us by this foreign company or are we simply ignorant of our surrounding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s another health threat issue that also can lead to a thriving nation’s economy come into a sudden halt IF it gets worse than it already is, the price of ‘oil’ that becomes as unstable as the global stock market and now, another financial corporation in europe is facing the same dilemma as the ‘giant’ corporation. How will all these going to affect the global market? Should we (the nation) ignore this? I THINK that the nation should start addressing this issue slowly, as not to start panic, but surely by advising the population to be more careful of their financial affairs. Give the population a nudge to make them see what is happening. Just because it does not happen here doesn’t mean we won’t get the brunt of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again maybe I should not delve further into this issue as I am NO expert about it. But seriously, it piqued me to notice that no one else seems to notice..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp; da Economy; xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-2627318190924920654?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2627318190924920654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2627318190924920654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2627318190924920654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2627318190924920654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/10/start-noticing.html' title='Start Noticing'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2950651695035167887</id><published>2008-09-11T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:17:28.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack-luster</title><content type='html'>They're not giving what I need to keep me satisfied. The incentive margin is too narrow, not what I was hoping for. How can I stay for something that is not providing the right motivation? Now I'm hoping to fly away from here. Wish me all the best for other opportunities. Hopefully something else is waiting for me right around the corner - something better, AMIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; Save da World - Disenchanted; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-2950651695035167887?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2950651695035167887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2950651695035167887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2950651695035167887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2950651695035167887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/09/lack-luster.html' title='Lack-luster'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4650879529734969531</id><published>2008-09-05T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:32:58.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New 'Toy'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a new 'toy' today...hehe. Actually, i was just thinking of buying it maybe by the end of this month (waiting for this month salary) However, things ain't always goes according to plan. When i got home from work today I learned that my younger brother bought a new handphone. I was like...'WHAT??!!!!' My phone is 'older' than his kli ah.. So we went out and sungkai luar trus because we're taking my younger sister looking for school shoe. Yup people, you read it right, school shoe, NOT raya shoe. Cali kn adi ku sorang ani, org cbuk2 mbli brg rya, ia mbli brg skulah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Yayasan shopping complex and break our fast at CAM. But no luck with finding the right shoe. So i decide to take them (my younger bro &amp;amp; sis &amp;amp; my mom) to Hua Ho Manggis. There I ran into my friend, F. She was there looking for 'new toy' also and guess what, she bought it on the spot. Apalagi, my green-eyed monster reared its head. My bro got new hp, my freind got new toy. So i said to myself, "what the heck, just go for it. Now or never..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, sitting at home in-front of this laptop, still wearing my new toy...hehehe. I am very much attached to it because the first time I lay my eyes on it last month, i fell in love. At this very moment, i have no regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World, &amp;amp; Wordly possesion though temporary but still satisfying...hehehe; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4650879529734969531?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4650879529734969531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4650879529734969531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4650879529734969531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4650879529734969531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-toy.html' title='New &apos;Toy&apos;'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2692539274925579828</id><published>2008-08-24T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T12:08:45.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Journey (so far...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many things happened this week and yet so little things I can say because of the censored things...(SIGH) In life, we will learn different things and it will become a life experienced. We encountered different type of people and somehow learn their strength and weaknesses, their good side and their not so good side. We go through life that has many level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember our childhood? Seems so innocence and fun. The only worry we had was when we can skip from doing homework and watched cartoon instead. Then we reached that secondary level at school and worries about being popular or outcast. We reached a tertiary level and we worries about our grades and the future. Then the working-life. Oh boy, isn't it different from our school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embark on this journey with a 'fresh/innocent' view. Hoping that I will make a different somehow, not only to myself but the organization as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    First stumbling block, socializing part. I learned my lesson and move-on. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;   Second road-block, trust issue. Your 'friends' at work place are not the same as your friends from school. Lesson learned! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;    Third and most recent test in life, the  politics at work. I realized that some people will do anything to get what they want even though they have to used the innocent by-standers. Somehow they have a different values in life and care not of what other people's norms and value and feelings. They just assumed that people wants the same things that they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Note to self: Careful. Don't be the victim in the food-chain and yet don't victimized others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; Worldly Possession are only Temporary; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8605484454294232999-2692539274925579828?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2692539274925579828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2692539274925579828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2692539274925579828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2692539274925579828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-many-things-happened-this-week-and.html' title='Life Journey (so far...)'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-1042447943150104906</id><published>2008-08-11T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:38:01.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Locked-Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It happened again. I got lock-out of my room. At first I thought that I left my key at the office but luckily I didn't went back to my office to find it. Me being locked-out has happened before sometime last year. Ever since that, there is an existing 'Secret Passage' to my room that requires me to "push hard, climb-up, slip-in, jump-down, bend-low and only then can gain access to my room" (hahaha...it sounds complicated but its not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So knowing this 'difficult route' I have to endure in order to get into my room, I changed from my work-clothes into my super-hero outfit ( in reality: T-shirt and shorts) and with only a torchlight as my weapon, I started the whole adventure. It takes me the whole 5 long-minutes to finish the whole thing and in the end I triumphed (Yaay.. me!) Guess what?.. I left my key inside my bedroom not in my office. Hehehe...bek jua nda ku bebalik k ofis, mun nda riuh org sna mliat aku kraja overtym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; DONT forget ur Key; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-1042447943150104906?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1042447943150104906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=1042447943150104906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1042447943150104906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1042447943150104906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/08/locked-out.html' title='Locked-Out'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4113551886187901767</id><published>2008-07-25T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:47:34.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What were we thinking...?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the internet problem at home is solve. It turns out the laptop wireless adapter card ada problem. Sikit lagi manggil orang telbru krumah. HAHAHA....da silly part, we didn't thought of testing the connection by using other laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4113551886187901767?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4113551886187901767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4113551886187901767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4113551886187901767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4113551886187901767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-were-we-thingking.html' title='What were we thinking...?!'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-286395114124505936</id><published>2008-07-19T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:05:05.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>I want baby.&lt;br /&gt;I want a new hand-phone.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat nasi katok Abid - now.&lt;br /&gt;I want to lose some weight especially around the waist.&lt;br /&gt;I want a job, a real one that pays well.&lt;br /&gt;I want a boipren.&lt;br /&gt;I want a husband.&lt;br /&gt;I want a life.&lt;br /&gt;I want...satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I want something that can makes me happy right now. But I don't know what exactly that I NEED. I'm ranting here. I don't know what I'm doing. All the lists above, don't know what it means. It just what I'm currently feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World and Avoid da Insanity; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-286395114124505936?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/286395114124505936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=286395114124505936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/286395114124505936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/286395114124505936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-1388111728954859867</id><published>2008-07-09T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:10:29.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternal Instinct</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what get into me today but I've been experiencing 'maternal instinct'. In one of the  'episodes'; someone from the office mbwa anak nya tdi around lunch time because she's taking him to school afterwards. As they were climbing (is it the right adverb?) down the stairs, the mother let her son do it on his own. He was about 4-6 years old, I guess he's in private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was right behind him as he slowly tackles each step down the stair-well. One hand holding on to the railing and the other was holding out in to the air, maybe used to having his parents holding on to that hand. I was right behind the boy and his mother already reach the landing. At that moment, as he slowly plant each foot on each step, I couldn't help it from feeling 'maternal'. As I saw his other hand suspended in the air, it takes every last ounce of will-power to stop myself from holding on to that hand and assist him down the stair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I said to myself, he's a big boy now and his mother certainly not worry about him stumbling down. Maybe he is at the right age to learn to be independent. As I was busy with my own  inner-dialogue, we (both me &amp;amp; the boy) reach the final step. And he jump from that final step onto the floor, as if he was celebrating his triumph in conquering the metal &amp;amp; stone 'mountain'. I can't help but smile. To find such pleasure in a simple act, only an innocent and care-free soul can still achieved that nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World &amp;amp; Our own Inner child; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-1388111728954859867?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1388111728954859867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=1388111728954859867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1388111728954859867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1388111728954859867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/maternal-instinct.html' title='Maternal Instinct'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-233870428303600460</id><published>2008-07-05T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:36:10.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 'events'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm...went to work, finish most of the pressing matters, went home, then pick up my sister at her school, then eat at Ideal Gadong Properties, withdraw money, went to pick up my brother at home and straight to a tire shop, tire get fixed (punctured by nail), went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm sitting in the living room facing the laptop. I just opened three mails i received today. Two for interviews and one for written test for the next two weeks. *Sigh... I'm grateful for the chances, although I'm a bit skeptical that I'm going to end up with one of them. But then again, nothing is impossible and everything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm going to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; one job offer after these interviews, AMIN! Susah jua ati ku mikirkan. Another thing that worries me is that what excuse am I going to use to get out of the office?... I'm still under probation term with my current job hence if I apply for a leave it will be unpaid leave...rugi meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can think of  something by next week. In the mean time, it's time to do some research. Wish me luck peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World as well as the 'unemployed'; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-233870428303600460?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/233870428303600460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=233870428303600460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/233870428303600460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/233870428303600460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-events.html' title='3 &apos;events&apos;'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-7294871211869355605</id><published>2008-07-03T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:08:40.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not referring to the NBT treasure hunt here, but a hunt for a ripe MR. Thorn. Believe it or not I went to more than 10 shops yesterday looking for it. The hunt kick start at Supa Save Beribi but only two pieces of Mr Thorn available and both not in a 'well' condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I decided to stop by HH TB on the way back home, but none were ripe. So I drive to HH Sengkurong and same fate meets me there. Since SKH was nearby I give it a visit. NO Mr Thorn was in sight. So I asked my younger sister (who was unfortunate enough to get roped into the hunt but I reward her with a chocolate crepes and Koko Berry drink) to call my other sister where we can get Mr Thorn. Hence, our hunt leads to Kiulap area. First stop was HH follow by the Mall then Hotmart. Still no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time i was beaten but not broken. My next attempt is HH yayasan. Again the result was the same. No RIPE Mr Thorn. Our next stop was Supa Save Mabohai. Guess what, NO RIPE MR THORN either!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time my patient already runs thin. But I said to myself, what the heck, jauh2 sudah drive trus tah ke delima. I went HH Manggis, of course same result as well. Since I'm in that area, I give a visit to HH Delima and Teguh Raya. But no luck either. On the way back home I stopped at Soon Lee Batu Bersurat. And then we swing by HH Gadong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual I stayed in the car as my sister dash inside. This time I receive a different news as she enter the car. There are 3 Mr Thorn inside. 2 were still a bit raw and 1 of them seems ripe enough. I quickly find a parking spot and try not to run going inside. However, my flaming hope were doused with cold water. As I inspect Mr Thorn, it turns out not all the 'golden flesh' were tender enough. I was disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me that "At least it is 'sort-of' ripe already"&lt;br /&gt;So I said to my sister, "If I buy it now, sure it will fulfilled me but it wont satisfied me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are things in life that you cannot rush. Even though you try very hard finding it and crave for it so much, sometimes you just have to wait for a bit longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save the world so we can enjoy their fruits; xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8605484454294232999-7294871211869355605?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7294871211869355605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=7294871211869355605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/7294871211869355605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/7294871211869355605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/07/treasure-hunt.html' title='Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-6143116784301575084</id><published>2008-06-23T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:15:04.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tough time at work-place tdi, some issues that's ... *sigh (don't feel like talking about it) On top of the issue, i have to do other administrative work that requires lots of attention/effort/time. Urghh...iath rsanya bkraja ni, responsibility that you can't escape and have to swallow no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to bring the problem back home, once i walked-out of the office-building, I pushed it out of my head. Instead I focused on my 'craving' for Mr. Thorn...again, hehe. Blamed it on Teddy Kuma, she text me yesterday just to inform me that the price of Mr Thorn is $3.50/kg. I have to resist the temptation to go to H-H TB on my way back home today. I'm not feeling 100% well, so Mr Thorn is a definite no-no. Maybe by the end of this week kli bru ku mbli, hope I can hold on till that time...but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save the World, n let there be kindness &amp;amp; understanding in it; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-6143116784301575084?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6143116784301575084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=6143116784301575084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6143116784301575084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6143116784301575084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-so-great-day.html' title='Not so great day'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-1418611164985899169</id><published>2008-06-22T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:23:03.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its 1108pm already and my eyes getting tired, after this blog I'm going straight to bed. Urghh....tomorrow is Monday, another cycle started, going to work until Saturday. Its been a tiring today, we had an early birthday celebration for my niece, a collaboration from my part as well, i promised a bbq for my birthday last may. We rented a bouncer as well and guess what; I'm NOT too old to &lt;s&gt;jump&lt;/s&gt; join in. We used up the whole bottle of my sister shampoo to make the water slide more slippery... I had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes getting sleepy, i think it's time for me to quit this blog for tonight...*yawn. Good-night peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; save da World, as well as the laughters; xoxo&lt;s&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-1418611164985899169?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1418611164985899169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=1418611164985899169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1418611164985899169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1418611164985899169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/celebration.html' title='Celebration...'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4725652433195564873</id><published>2008-06-18T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:08:53.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>I found out today that my friend gave birth last Sunday - 15th June to a healthy baby boy. Congrats to them. Wow, this is their second child, another baby boy actually. Having a family of their own, i wonder what it feels like. I hope this new member will bring more happiness in their life and moga di luas kn lg rzeki mreka, amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da world for our future generation; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4725652433195564873?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4725652433195564873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4725652433195564873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4725652433195564873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4725652433195564873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-boy.html' title='Baby Boy'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-6351988831072864132</id><published>2008-06-16T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:51:08.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Murderer</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all cat-lover, I am really, really, REALLY sorry! I hit a cat today on the way home. There is no word that i can use to express my remorse about the whole incident. I'm still feeling guilty at this moment. Again, I'm, so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save the Cats; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-6351988831072864132?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6351988831072864132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=6351988831072864132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6351988831072864132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6351988831072864132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/cat-murderer.html' title='Cat Murderer'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4200380529622825099</id><published>2008-06-15T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:06:22.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its almost 11 am, bru ku bngun half an hour ago. Sigh, udah kraja ani u dun hav much chances to over-sleep. I don't have plan for today except to do my laundry, mudahan tah nda ujan. Owh, ku tesliur ambuyat, gnya nada dgn ku kn mkn rah A.A, my mom jmputan krg rah org btahlil. Cana ah, sapa dpt ku tarik ah...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suk start cuti skulah, ertinya dpt ku akhir bngun sal no need to drive my sister to school.&lt;br /&gt;      .........&lt;br /&gt;I guess i don't have much to say for now, lagging ku masih msani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-4200380529622825099?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4200380529622825099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4200380529622825099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4200380529622825099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4200380529622825099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4041748342219087216</id><published>2008-06-13T19:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:26:46.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up late today around 745, thank God its Friday and the fact that the lady boss not coming to the office today. But I have to clear-up her office as she's not coming to the office today and tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New fever hit the office for the last two days, the MEC game and the fever also hits me. It sort of like a  detective game where you search listed item in a picture and it will leads you to clues for the suspect. Ingau jua ati ku sal tkut ku kdapatan, mna nda mun sudah bmain a2, 2-3 org bah bkumpul mngadap sbuting komputer, heran jua org tu pebaik tah kn jdi pekerja contoh...kwang kwang kwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, next is Guy issue. Its regarding the 'May Flavor' guy (I tell the story behind the month flavor theory next time)  I was over him already, after all we're in the mid of June. Skalinya tdi ngam aku filling in rah receptionist post for a short while and i saw him arriving to the office. And someone was with him in the car - a female! She was tall, slim and have a great hair, seriously! It will be the type of hair i want. The only setback was, she's frowning. Sayang, muka lawa tpi marung. Tapi sungguh tah ia marung atu, msih lagi ia nampak gorgeous. Kmi (3 of us) yg rah receptionist table ani, apalgi, mbuat theory msing2 lah. Ofcourse its a unanimous decision, we all  think she's his gf. Once ia msuk sja inside the buliding, trus lah kmi mnembak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Lady A: baik..., kna antar kraja  (sambil senyum2 kambing)&lt;br /&gt;   Me: awu eh (sambil angkat2 kening)&lt;br /&gt;   Lady B: Your girlfriend kah A***?&lt;br /&gt;   The Guy: No lah, it's my sister&lt;br /&gt;   All 3 of us: iakan?....&lt;br /&gt;   The guy: Yeesss, its my sister, don't believe me ask lah ia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the kicker is, before ia naik tangga smpat ia mnoleh at our direction and he was looking straight at me. Palau, mcm kambuh smula pnyakit ku rah nya...kekeke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&lt;br /&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/8605484454294232999-4041748342219087216?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4041748342219087216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4041748342219087216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4041748342219087216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4041748342219087216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/office-life.html' title='Office Life'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-9193172896636015447</id><published>2008-06-11T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:17:45.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friends call it Mr.Moon in her blog, so I'm going to use the same term. I have been experiencing stomach cramps on and off since Sunday but it finally happened earlier today. And now I'm suffering as the pain become more intense....urghh, i never particularly like when Mr Moon accompanied by cramps but what to do, fitrah perempuan. But i envy those yg nda pyah rsa sakit every time its their turn of Mr Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that it won't be as bad for me tomorrow evening because the company where i work will be having a thanks-giving ceremony and I HAVE to come because I'm assisting in handling the catering/refreshment area. Sigh...I didn't know that this will be part of my job when I sign the contract. At least bagilah overtime pay...kekeke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da World; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-9193172896636015447?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/9193172896636015447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=9193172896636015447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/9193172896636015447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/9193172896636015447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-moon.html' title='Mr Moon'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4877211897437691118</id><published>2008-06-09T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:49:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was totally bored today at work. I didn't do much work, just updates few people's leave application forms and that's it. Am not sure why i was in such a down mood maybe its because of the matchmaking business issue. I kind of promise the match-maker that I'll give my answer regarding giving my email today. However, am not sure what to do, to give or not. In the end, it causes me to be awkward around the match-maker. This whole situation stresses me out when it shouldn't. This is why I have personal rules about dating/relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't date your friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't date your relatives&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't date your friends' relatives or your relatives' friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If one of these rules broken, it can resulted in a disastrous situation. Exhibit A, just what happened today. Ugh...i explained already and they don't listen. Now what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; save da world; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4877211897437691118?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4877211897437691118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4877211897437691118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4877211897437691118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4877211897437691118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/boring-day.html' title='Boring day'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2588836364098662690</id><published>2008-06-08T17:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:13:50.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambu &amp; Mr Thorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Power to the people...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owk, i dont know whay i just say that but it feels the thing to say a moment ago. Earlier today, i went to Seri Balai with my mom, little sister n brother to eat 'ambu'. After that we went to Metro, mblikan my Little brother kain cara melayu and then went to Hua Ho Tj Bunut sal kan bli bahan utk resipi casserole yg ku dpt tdi pagi. + ku kn bli Mr Thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tpi dsebabkn terlalu cbuk mcri bahan casserole, i forgot all about Mr Thorn...hmm-huh. MSa ku dketa sudah n stat enjin bru ku ingat. So blusir lah ku (not realy) sma my sis, naik smula k atas utk mbli Mr. Thorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, smpai hajat ku kn blanja my family mcungkil n my craving for Mr.Thorn. Plus ku kna blanja kain tdi by my mom, woohoo...but that also means another head-ache, fashion cna lg kn ku buat utk kain bru ani... Simple sja kli eh, budget ani bah tpaksa dfkirkn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya nda lg lama, motong bju th peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da world; xoxo&lt;br /&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/8605484454294232999-2588836364098662690?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2588836364098662690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2588836364098662690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2588836364098662690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2588836364098662690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/ambu-mr-thorn.html' title='Ambu &amp; Mr Thorn'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4736085385543150441</id><published>2008-06-07T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:54:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Latest news... someone trying to play match-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be my 3rd post for 2day, sklinya ku aktif...ada2 sja bah ceta ah. Well its about sum1 that i  just finish chatin wit n its regarding a guy dat seems ntrsted wit me. I dun mind abt dat issue plang but yg mbagi paning nya da match-maker ani bah promosi blebihan. Ku plang yg jadi nda tantu rsa. Ia promosi atu mcm confirm bah aku kn tpkai rah laki2 atu n live hapily ever after. Seriously, ia ckap about takdir, jodoh, n yg sewaktu dgn nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Owk lah, i can understand da gud intention, but nda usah lebih meh... Mau mental ku chat sma ia. Makin ia promote makin ku convince dat m gonna rejek da guy. Baru jua kn minta email, tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sedikit nasihat utk smua match-maker dluar sna, JGN OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Save da world; xoxo&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/8605484454294232999-4736085385543150441?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4736085385543150441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4736085385543150441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4736085385543150441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4736085385543150441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/latest-news.html' title=''/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-8770744998304145391</id><published>2008-06-07T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T19:02:53.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Thorn</title><content type='html'>Sejak dua menjak ku mbca blog Teddy Kuma about Mr Thorn, ku plang yang tesliur nah...  Palau eh, ada org dmam drumah bah, kcian jua mun ia nda dpt mkn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, btw, mayb m abit 2 harsh on my previous blog but still da fact remains dat m not a satisfied-customer...&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/8605484454294232999-8770744998304145391?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/8770744998304145391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=8770744998304145391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8770744998304145391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/8770744998304145391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/mr-thorn.html' title='Mr Thorn'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-5800774846577497681</id><published>2008-06-07T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:37:58.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint all dat</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog, its been 3 months since my last confession.... Wait a minute, knapa lain bunyi nya ani, mcm jumpa paderi tah gnya...kwang kwang kwang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway, lots been hapening in my lyf; job, boss, guys, money, guys....hehehe. Tdi i went to this particular place that famous for it's 'grill' food and guess what?...it aint that gra8! uh-huh...da service was a bit slow, and level of treatment was not that friendly. maybe because i went there with my younger sister n she was wearing school uniform and as for me, i look 'young'. maybe they think we cant afford to eat there hence the blah~ treatment. Gerigitan jua ku tdi atu pakal gnya kmi lapar, bek plang ku mkn rah KFC sbalah nya atu.. N da food was not that gr8 either, seriusly, i tink i prefer mkn rah ceri d delima. Mahal sja mbyar tdi a2. Note to self: mun tesliur kn mkn bsar, go RBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iatah disebabkn perasaan yg nda puas ati atu tah ku stat mblog ari ani. Job-wise, things r ok, ada lah ku kna mrahi dh skali...arghhh.....sdih kli ku ah. Guy issue...hmm....next tym tah ku ceta. Financial situation, ok lah but my car minta pampered this month...sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smpai dcni sja dlu...till nxt tym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace n save da world; xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-5800774846577497681?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5800774846577497681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=5800774846577497681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5800774846577497681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5800774846577497681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/06/aint-all-dat.html' title='Aint all dat'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-6482696389861569481</id><published>2008-03-10T19:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:10:37.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R9UiJoKGzeI/AAAAAAAAABk/6c2gp7kRetQ/s1600-h/the+secretary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R9UiJoKGzeI/AAAAAAAAABk/6c2gp7kRetQ/s400/the+secretary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176080895526227426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just started a new job. The hardest part is not learning how to do things but how to fit-in. Although the job is difficult as well especially when I’m not an extrovert person and I’m a bit of paranoid type. I think too much of what other people might think of me. It’s my greatest setback. Hence, I find it hard to mingle with everyone at work. Anyway, there is this particular guy that I like working there. And there might be a possibility that he ‘fancy’ me as well (we’re not talking about love here though) He is 2 years my junior but thanks to my appearance I look younger than my actual age. Since he doesn’t know about it that’s why he seem to be interested with me. But would he still consider getting to know me more if he finds out that I’m older? Not everyone in this world can be an “Ashton Kutcher”. P/s: He’s tall. Well, actually I’M short. So imagine when I stand with him, it’s like Eva Longoria with Tony Parker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R9Ujb4KGzfI/AAAAAAAAABs/xLOVck-u1K8/s1600-h/eva_longoria4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R9Ujb4KGzfI/AAAAAAAAABs/xLOVck-u1K8/s320/eva_longoria4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176082308570467826" 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/8605484454294232999-6482696389861569481?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/6482696389861569481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=6482696389861569481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6482696389861569481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/6482696389861569481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/03/older-women-dating-younger-guys.html' title='My new life'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R9UiJoKGzeI/AAAAAAAAABk/6c2gp7kRetQ/s72-c/the+secretary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2347028399971089513</id><published>2008-01-25T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T15:55:28.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R5mUfgS6VAI/AAAAAAAAABc/t7mWPU9ITIQ/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159318117095724034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R5mUfgS6VAI/AAAAAAAAABc/t7mWPU9ITIQ/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The definition of fidelity seems to get blur along the line. Some who practice it says it is ok as long as you treat your partner the same way as before the affair. As someone who believes strongly in a monogamous relationship, I try to be open-minded with this issue. It is because you believe to be immune from this virus and it would never happen to you. So I guess as long as it doesn’t affect me then I’m ok with it. However, fate is something that you can’t predict. No matter how hard you try to live your live following the lines of rules, it doesn’t mean that you are excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you suspect that the infidelity issue happens in your own backyard, only then you started to hate the notion why some people unable to stay faithful. Why is it not enough? Why do we fell compelled to do it just because nowadays society seems to be doing it? Why are we willing to make our partner suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, that I am single, free from all the issues that come with a relationship. But it makes me wonder, why bother? Is it a necessity to be involved with someone knowing that you're going to get hurt. Of course there the saying that says, better to be loved than never known love. Still it makes me wary about getting involved. Maybe that is why I’m still dragging my feet when it comes to the topic of finding someone. Even when I’m hit with desperation still I’m unable to accept just about anyone who is nice enough to me and wants to be with me because I don’t want to settle with just anyone. For the reason that I’m afraid that I might be the one who’s going to be infidel.&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/8605484454294232999-2347028399971089513?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2347028399971089513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2347028399971089513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2347028399971089513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2347028399971089513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/01/fidelity.html' title='Fidelity'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R5mUfgS6VAI/AAAAAAAAABc/t7mWPU9ITIQ/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4662542343742876010</id><published>2008-01-22T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:26:00.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don’t know of what to think. I try to understand what my true feelings are but failed. Few weeks ago I thought that I give up on trying finding a partner and yet few days ago I was speculating on my chances on a particular guy. Yesterday I revealed to a friend that I feel like a failure. I have no personal life, no career prospect and it seems that I’m losing faith. A dangerous thing it is about faith, I don’t want to mess up the general order of life by tempting faith but it seems that I’m unable to shake the feeling out of me. Maybe my hormones are running amok because it’s almost time for that particular period in each month. Today I feel lousy. I’m tired, not physically, mentally. When would it be I’m going to see that silver lining that everyone’s talking about? At this moment I feel so lost already in this cloud of darkness of uncertainty. The bottom line is that ‘I am scared’. My future seems so vague and gloom and I don’t know what to do except wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-4662542343742876010?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4662542343742876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4662542343742876010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4662542343742876010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4662542343742876010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2008/01/uncertainty.html' title='Uncertainty'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-1505208286835275438</id><published>2007-12-19T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T09:40:55.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 criteria in a guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I celebrated my friend’s birthday which was plan by her boyfriend. She was surprised, didn’t expect my presence because I lived quite far from them and the surprise gathering start at 9pm. I had fun there. We play some cards game in which who ever lose each round got eliminated and have to drink a drink that we mix with variety of soda like coke, lemon tea, juice, Jasmine tea (which taste funny as if drinking a perfume) The birthday girl won in the end beating her own boyfriend. There were eight of us; three girls and five guys and we were all friends.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after the game, the guys went out to have a smoking break while me, the birthday girl and her boyfriend stayed inside and just discuss random things but mostly about job and personal life. I made a joke with the two of them by saying that if both of them got engage and I’m still single, I want them to find me a boyfriend. The next thing I knew the boyfriend calls the guys outside to come in one-by-one for an ‘interview’. I thought ‘what the heck, just fooling around. So what’s the harm’…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the four guys play along and answer their five top criteria they look for in a potential partner. Once the interview over, I thought that’s the end of it. However, my friend told them that the whole entire exercise was for me, that they are playing match-making for me. I was so embarrassed. I try to deny but I just can’t make them stop teasing me. In the end I play along as the ‘couple’ reads the criteria out loud and decide which one is suitable for me. At the end of it, they all gang-up on me to make me reveals my five top criteria I’m looking for in a guy and they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      Penyembayang/beriman&lt;br /&gt;2)      Funny or good sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;3)      Responsible/reliable&lt;br /&gt;4)      Friendly&lt;br /&gt;5)      (can’t remember what the last criteria)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the teasing and the embarrassment I had to endure, I admit that I had fun. I realized that I don’t mind that the guys know my secret desire in a man. Most importantly, I have a crush on one of the guy present there. And he knows for sure now that I’m single, available and looking for someone. I only hope that he’s interested in me as well. But if not, then I guess I have to continue looking. Wish me luck!&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/8605484454294232999-1505208286835275438?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/1505208286835275438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=1505208286835275438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1505208286835275438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/1505208286835275438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-5-criteria-in-guy.html' title='My 5 criteria in a guy'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-5971123264515040626</id><published>2007-11-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:46:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the act!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My, oh my… I never thought myself to be a girl that looks at a man’s physiques. I never really interested in guys with muscle, I like my guy to be just fine. But yesterday I was hit square on my forehead. It was Saturday afternoon, and I went to a swimming pool facility in Mentiri with my cousins. After half an hour fooling around in the pool, suddenly I saw this man walking towards the pool with a towel in his hand and wearing a ‘soccer shorts’ and nothing else. I was struck! I stare at him dumbfounded like a dear in front of a headlight. He is not the type that has thick arms as big as a tree trunk or anything. He is actually lean but well-toned with incredible abs. Not tall not short, somehow in between. He was no Brad Pitt but the face was quite attractive in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, thank god I came to my senses after a couple seconds later (and thank god I’m not drooling) I immediately redirect my gaze to somewhere else. As my eyes move to other spot, it rest onto another guy who has been in the pool at the same time as me and my ‘entourage’. And guess what?! He was looking at me! The moment my eyes focus on him, he was turning his eyes towards where my eyes’ direction has been before him. I was caught! Someone knew that I had been ogling at a half-naked man. Oh my god, he must be thinking that I’m a pervert. ME! Someone that is rarely looking at other people, especially men, rest alone has some malicious intention on them. And yet, at the moment of weakness I got caught. But that is not the worst part. (Of course, in my life things always tend to become a little bit spicier) It turns out that the two of them are friends!!! I am so embarrassed. After that I kept avoiding the direction of those two men. But I admit that once in a while I sneak a few glances towards them, I just can’t resist…hehehe. Somehow, I manage to survive the rest of the swimming rendezvous without further incident.* Sigh....Just my luck I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137175332304437810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R0rpvy7nwjI/AAAAAAAAABU/RR3rAuj_gds/s320/Aloha+Resort+pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sekadar Gambar Hiasan (Aloha Resort)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-5971123264515040626?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5971123264515040626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=5971123264515040626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5971123264515040626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5971123264515040626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/caught-in-act.html' title='Caught in the act!'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/R0rpvy7nwjI/AAAAAAAAABU/RR3rAuj_gds/s72-c/Aloha+Resort+pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-5735923388018471298</id><published>2007-11-22T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:12:35.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Relatioship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I’ve heard before about people involved in a ‘toxic-relationship’. To describe it briefly, it’s a relationship where one or both of the partner being abusive, either physically or emotionally. Those that I heard about usually happens to girls who have boyfriends that keeps hurting their feelings and have fights all the time but no physical contact occur though. Maybe reasons why I don’t hear any complain from the male side is because of their ‘male-ego’ or maybe they are more secretive creature and don’t air their laundry in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the stories that I want to talk about is not that occurs in a romantic relationship as in boyfriend-girlfriend situation. It’s in a friendship dynamics. Of course it’s a personal experience. I have a friend (no need to named name) who has been friends with me for over 5 years. You can say that we are close friends; we share secrets that others don’t know about, well at least on my part. But lately due to unavoidable circumstances, we no longer able to see each other’s often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I miss hanging out with her I call her a couple of time since earlier this week. But to my frustration she did not answer any of my call. I try a few times more and still no answer. Since I’m calling on her hand-phone, surely there must be a ‘miss-called’ sign on her phone but she never returned any of my call. She’s using prima so no excuse of low–credit applicable in this situation. I was getting worried, thinking maybe she’s in trouble or maybe sick. Finally, I send her a text message asking how she has been doing and so on…and still no reply. After that, I just stop trying… I just STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The think about this whole situation is that no matter how angry I am at her behavior or how frustrated I get with her treatment, I still forgive her in the end. She just said sorry and gives some lame excuse and I would forgive her and drop the subject instead of probing it further. * Sigh… No matter how much she hurt me, I still forgive her and go on as if nothing happen. When would it be I be able to say enough to her and demand that she‘ll be more sensitive with other people’s feeling.&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/8605484454294232999-5735923388018471298?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/5735923388018471298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=5735923388018471298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5735923388018471298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/5735923388018471298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-heard-before-about-people-involved.html' title='Toxic Relatioship'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-3772240935475320251</id><published>2007-11-18T00:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:55:55.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abg di pantai....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8aWy7nwfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GQdHuLsin-E/s1600-h/Abg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133851079156941298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8aWy7nwfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GQdHuLsin-E/s320/Abg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Abg di pantai earlier diz yr, miss going 2 da beach..&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/8605484454294232999-3772240935475320251?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3772240935475320251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=3772240935475320251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3772240935475320251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3772240935475320251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/abg-di-pantai_17.html' title='Abg di pantai....'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8aWy7nwfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/GQdHuLsin-E/s72-c/Abg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2282629041550692005</id><published>2007-11-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T00:54:07.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8cby7nwiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ND20jArOGtM/s1600-h/Image(525).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133853364079542818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8cby7nwiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ND20jArOGtM/s320/Image(525).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pantai Jerudung &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8cLi7nwhI/AAAAAAAAABE/6E3aV9rnZVo/s1600-h/GrandCanyonBrunei1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133853084906668562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8cLi7nwhI/AAAAAAAAABE/6E3aV9rnZVo/s320/GrandCanyonBrunei1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pantai Serasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/8605484454294232999-2282629041550692005?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2282629041550692005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2282629041550692005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2282629041550692005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2282629041550692005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/abg-di-pantai.html' title='Beaches'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/Rz8cby7nwiI/AAAAAAAAABM/ND20jArOGtM/s72-c/Image(525).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-3003461268455462745</id><published>2007-11-15T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:32:24.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job-Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yesterday was embarassing. 1st i hav 2 wait abt 2hrs b4 kna panggil msuk blik ntvw, i was hungry n tired. Sampai sudah last2 atu giv-up dah kn ntvw, nada lg ada mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sklinya dh msuk blik, my mood pick-up balik. Awal2 ntvw, evryting went welluntil durang tnya tema Perkhidmatan Awam. Dengan confidentnya ku jwb "P.A Mesra Pelanggan" ... Skalinya tekidum durang n ada yg ketawa. It turns out yg its a slogan bukan temanya! MALU berabis lah ku, giler ilang trus momentum ku. After dat ada ku na tjwb Qs durang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*Moral of da story: mek sure ur info reliable...hehe&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/8605484454294232999-3003461268455462745?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3003461268455462745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=3003461268455462745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3003461268455462745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3003461268455462745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/job-interview.html' title='Job-Interview'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-7246126793476856803</id><published>2007-11-11T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T18:13:52.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/RzbOjH3tB2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EizE8fKau0k/s1600-h/moonlight3.jpg"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131515928238688098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/RzbOjH3tB2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EizE8fKau0k/s320/moonlight3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love moon n stars. I love staring up da sky n watch the moon n da stars scattered all over da velvety sky above. I especially loved it when der s a lyte breeze caressing my skin. N da wind also makes da clouds move in a graceful dance basking in da nyte lyte with da backdrops of thousands of diamonds glittering, perfecting da natural landscape above us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Allah Akbar! Betapa indah alam yang diciptakanya...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-7246126793476856803?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/7246126793476856803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=7246126793476856803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/7246126793476856803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/7246126793476856803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-moon-n-stars.html' title='Moon Light'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/RzbOjH3tB2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/EizE8fKau0k/s72-c/moonlight3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-4753042618104903234</id><published>2007-11-10T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:48:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dugaan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmmm....mcm2 dugaan hapening rah ku l8ly. Last week i got sprained neck, nya my mom n ebry1 else yg ku gtau aku atu tkana 'selahau bantal'. Honestly, diz s da 1st tym i heard dat word. Ku cek rah nternet bru2 ani english term nya ialah "whip flash"...nada perkataan pillow (bantal) yg dgunakan utk me-explain sprained atu. Nway, selahau bantal ku ani hapen msa bru ku bngun tdur last friday(02-11-07). Sebenarnya aku atu kn 'melatup' kn leher ku dgn memusing-musing ke kanan ke kiri. sekalinya kesilahau tah plang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Di pendek kn ceta, ku atu panik trus ku bwa be-urut rah aunt ku drimba yg klurusan ada org pndai ngurut sbalah rumahnya. Bukan nya makin baik, makin sakit ada... It hurt SOOOO bad dat i cant turn my head more than 40 degrees angle to the left. Imagine ku drive, tpaksa pusing badan lg mun kn mnoleh ke kiri. Tpaksa tah ku mngidap sakit atu utk beberapa hari. Ani pun msih lg ada ckit tpi alhamdulillah dpt dah ku toleh 180 degrees to da left... *chewah, ingat ku lagu Beyonce plang...~to da left, to da left. evryting u hav in a box to da left..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well atu last wk punya ceta, klinya diz wk, actually diz morning 2b exact, msa ku bngun prut ku sakit. Mulanya nda brapa, ku fkir kn ehem ehem sja.. Tpi stelah ku mlabur, sakit atu msih ada. N then lapas ku breakffast sakit ku mkin truk...cna ni. Palau susah ati ku. Ku gtau my abg ckap nya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"boh, apendiks kli... Bek tah ko buat wasiat"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Palau ko"...kata ku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Skalinya by tgh da pain was constant, sentiasa ada. Gnya sakitnya atu turun naik...skajap bearable skajap mbri kn mnangis. My fren lg mlagau opnhse arnd 2pm. kSian nda kn d aga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nway, i sed to myself mun sakitnya ani makin teruk suk pagi, then i go to da hospital...wah, takutnya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 be cont.....(jeng..jeng..jeng..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&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/8605484454294232999-4753042618104903234?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/4753042618104903234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=4753042618104903234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4753042618104903234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/4753042618104903234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/dugaan.html' title='Dugaan...'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-3800221240561126695</id><published>2007-11-07T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:36:08.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part-time job...?!</title><content type='html'>07/11/2007-1055&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Borenk eh my blog ani...mayb i can ask sum1 2 spice it up a bit. payah jua mun na pmandai IT ani.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, byk issue kn ku ckap since 1st nov but for 2day ku kn ckap sal da part time job i was offered. . Next tym i talk abt a guy, a sprained neck n a datin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yday i went 2 diz 1 organization, dey kol me a day earlier 4 an ntrvw. I was realy xcitd, finaly m gonna hav a job! Dey told me 2 cum at 830am n wait at da lobby. Half an hour l8r, we still at da lobby n a number of ppl were getting restless.Finally arnd 910am we were sent to a room, its look lyk a board rm. B4 we were being ntrvwd, dey giv us a briefing of wat da job was all abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;At first it sounded ok, it was a survey job-we go out der n find ppl to ask a bunch of Qs. Then dey told us da pay was $200 for 12 days, n i tot dat it sounds good. i was sure m gonna do da job. Then dey drop da bomb, da survey s &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; than 20pges long n it teks roughly &lt;em&gt;45 mnt&lt;/em&gt; to conduct..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHAT!!...45 mnt? &lt;strong&gt;Seriously?!&lt;/strong&gt; Sapa yg mau kna tnya Q utk 45mnt? mun sedara diri buleh lah, tpi durang target client yg non-fmaily..cna ni? Ku yg pernah kna ntrvw ani wah, mun 15mnt tu dh ku kpayahn, kn mjwb survey yg 2 pgs lagi ku kata2, ani tah kn yg 45mnt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then ku ingat my fren pernah kna sruh buat survey jua yg less than 20pgs, n da pay was $10 per survey. our job requires 9 surveys /day for 12 days=108 surveys smuanya. Which means, 54cent per survey,. Wahh...so not worth it lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, mayb its my fault jua lah..nya org &lt;em&gt;hendak seribu daya tpi tak hendak seribu dalih.. &lt;/em&gt;Mun kn bnar2 bkraja, buat sja lah kn.. Tpi, bnar2, &lt;strong&gt;personally&lt;/strong&gt;, i dun tink its worth it lah. Tpi bgi sum ppl, its an ok job. I salute lah bagi yg mampu mbuat kraja ani... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605484454294232999-3800221240561126695?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/3800221240561126695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=3800221240561126695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3800221240561126695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/3800221240561126695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/07112007-1055-borenk-eh-my-blog-ani.html' title='Part-time job...?!'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605484454294232999.post-2013096361617589548</id><published>2007-11-01T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:32:39.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st post...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ola~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My first blog... its been awhile since i wanted 2 create my own blogspot and 2day it finally hapen. Here i am surrounded by my 2 lovely frenz (phewiitt...) guiding on how 2 create diz blog. Honestly, m not realy a high-tech girl so m really not sure of wat 2 do next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Dats all 4 now n welcome to my blogspot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/RymbXgWJaAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7aSKE0F-t0g/s1600-h/DSC03228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/RymbXgWJaAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7aSKE0F-t0g/s320/DSC03228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127800478860142594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This pic was taken when i was aboard the mvdoulus n diz 4 'models' was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;eager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; 2 pose 4 my camera...n theirs also...eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8605484454294232999-2013096361617589548?l=nyteshyne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/feeds/2013096361617589548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605484454294232999&amp;postID=2013096361617589548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2013096361617589548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605484454294232999/posts/default/2013096361617589548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nyteshyne.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-1st-post.html' title='My 1st post...!'/><author><name>NyteShyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16580734170365996137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M7NYznwD6E0/RymbXgWJaAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7aSKE0F-t0g/s72-c/DSC03228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
