tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73711597978363857372024-02-19T16:05:23.322+08:00TransientWhere truth and lies entwined...Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.comBlogger115125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-36393581171471347052013-08-12T15:42:00.003+08:002013-08-12T15:42:59.513+08:00Raya moments: the past and presentBack to work. The office is still quite empty. A few of the staffs are still on holidays. Same goes to the students I guess since nearly half of each them failed to attend the morning class and most them who actually managed to come were at least 20 minutes late and as for the afternoon class, zero attendance. Not a great start for the second half of this term my dear students! Hopefully I can fail a few students just to make it clear that although I'm nice, I can be nasty as well.<br />
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Now let's talk about Hari Raya. For this year, it was okay for me. Same old same old. Well, here's the thing about Hari Raya. As you get older, celebrating it becomes less and less thrilling. The total opposite of how we feel when we were kids. Totally different.<br />
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Clothes. Most man are are not no so keen of buying a new Baju Melayu. I am with the majority because I know the only time I'll be wearing it is on Hari Raya. Either Aidilfitri or Aidiladha. And maybe on Fridays for the Friday prayer. But just the shirt with kain pelikat or slack or track bottom. Rarely with the pant and never with a samping. I do buy other clothes such as collared shirt or t-shirt or jeans. Just a pair or two of those. A pair of shoes or sandals every 3 or 4 years based on the needs. But when we were kids, everything must be new for Hari Raya. From head to toe. New songkok, new Baju Melayu, new shirt, new pants, new socks, new shoes. New everything! It would be devastating to wear old or hand-me-down clothes during Hari Raya. That's is how big Hari Raya meant when we were kids.<br />
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Food. Ketupat, rendang and lemang are delicacies served by all only on Hari Raya. My mom's ketupat and rendang is definitely on top of my list during Hari Raya. Ketupat pulut or ketupat nasi, either one will do. But if both are available, it's even better. Hari Raya is basically meaningless to me without it. Nowadays, ketupat and lemang has lost its luxury. Just another typical food that you can get anytime, anywhere throughout the year. Because now we have ready made ketupat and lemang. The instant ones. No need to bother about getting the coconut leaves or bamboo to make the ketupat and lemang or even learn how to cook it. Everything is stated at the back of the package.<br />
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Drinks. I can't think of any special drinks served only during Hari Raya. But most common drinks available in all houses on Hari Raya are carbonated drinks. When I was a kid, my late grandfather would buy dozens of it. At that time it was in a glass bottle with an unknown brand sold for only 50 cent each. I think it's 1 ringgit now. Sunquick or Ribena are two common drinks too, I think. Haha.<br />
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Fireworks. One of the best thing about Hari Raya before it was banned due to the increasing number of injuries among the 'creative' lot. I remember going to the bazaar after Fardhu Ain class just to buy the fireworks in the evening and played with my friends at night. Ah, those good old times. But still you can get the banned fireworks today. I played a few recently. You just need to find the right guy at the right place, if you know what I mean. Hahaha.<br />
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Duit Raya! This is what all kids are looking forward to. Visiting neighbours' house and getting some serious cash! Eventhough we don't know them. Which makes it very exciting because everyone was nice to you. Great moments indeed. In the earliy 90's, 1 ringgit is a HUGE amount. But now, even 10 ringgit seems small to the kids. What has the world come to? Now, all grown up, it's my turn to give duit raya. I don't have any niece or nephew so I gave it to my cousins who are still in school. Which is great. And suprisingly enough, I still get duit raya from my aunts. Which is even greater!<br />
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We all had our moments. Remembering those moments certainly put a smile on our face. How we wish to be able to return to that time when everything fascinates us. But let's face it, it ain't never gonna happen. So, making new meaningful moments is all that we can do now, right? To everybody out there;<br />
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When others don't</div>
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How blessed we are</div>
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To still have our loved ones</div>
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To still be alive</div>
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When others had left</div>
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We are just mere humans</div>
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Living in a borrowed world</div>
Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-56491490504044086232013-07-29T11:19:00.003+08:002013-07-29T11:25:22.892+08:00Chick Magnet<div class="MsoNormal">
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dig babies, regardless of its gender. That’s a fact! And this is agreed by all,
I’m sure. Earlier this morning, the kakak who sits next to my table, Kak Anne, brought
her 4 months old baby daughter, Hana, to the office. The moment that cute
little thing was spotted by the other female staffs, single or married, they
came swarming towards her. Surrounding the mother, trying to get a closer look
at the baby. They soft-pinched her cute face, and doing baby talk. Every one of
them wanted to get their hands on little Hana. She’s so adorable. Every time
these people make funny faces or doing peekaboo, she smiles and laughs. Unfortunately,
my phone doesn’t carry any photo-snapping function due to its ‘advance’
technology. So, no pictures, people!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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whole situation kind of reminded me of an episode in How I Met your Mother (can’t
quite remember from which season) where beautiful ladies were attracted to Barney’s
gay brother’s little baby. And he used the baby to get laid. Like most people,
I like babies. Who doesn’t, right? Only when they are clean of course. If they
are carrying yellowish brown gooey thingy in their diaper, l wouldn’t even get
close to it. But I would not go to the extent of using a baby to hook up with
chick. That’s just way too much, bro. Maybe it could be consider as a last
resort to some. But it ain’t gonna be me. I’m too proud to use such approach.
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Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-8962491891821389612013-06-18T13:05:00.001+08:002013-06-18T13:05:09.362+08:00Expectations<div class="MsoNormal">
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to the expectations of others, that’s pretty much what we have all been doing
throughout our lives. We are expected to meet all these expectations from every
single people that exist around us. Our family, friends or even stranger that
we stumble upon while taking a sip of teh tarik during breakfast at a Mamak
restaurant. Few viewed it as a blessing, a purpose that gives meaning to life.
But for some, it’s a burden, or even a curse, placed on their very own shoulders
the very first moment they breath-in the air.<br />
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A hope is what the people like to
call it. A word with a positive meaning, aura and vibes meant for a positive
effect. But there are always two sides of a coin. And positive is not the only
outcome. Failing to reach one of these so called ‘hope’ is like the end of the
world to some, viewing themselves as a disgraceful, pathetic being, unworthy of
walking on the face of the earth. Such devastating effect is expected, of
course, when too much ‘hope’ is being cast on them. Especially, ‘hope’ that the
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But all is not lost, when one is
unable to fulfill what is expected of them. ‘Hope’ is still a hope. It’s always
darkest before dawn as they say. You just need to find the silver lining in it.
Aim your arrow for the moon. Even if you failed to reach it, you’ll land among
the stars. And being among the stars is probably way better than trying to reach for the
moon. Never lose hope, for it is the thing that will help you to live to YOUR
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Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-45874910336537076372013-05-23T10:14:00.001+08:002013-05-23T10:14:22.727+08:00Thanks, and farewell...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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3 months. Time sure flew fast. I'm coming to a close on another blessed chapter of my life. It's a pity that it has to end. Being here, I learned a lot and I'm sure as hell that I lost nothing. A million thanks to all members of SCC especially GSU staffs, the one that I think, opened the door for me to gain such experience.<br />
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Going to class, interacting with students, mingling with fellow colleagues, participating in events, kind of reminded me what it actually means to be working in the education field. With the bunch of students here, the challenges are different, the approaches are different. But through it, my perspective is much wider now.<br />
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Indeed, it's an experience that I'll forever treasure. Sincerely from the deepest part of my heart, I thank you, and you, and you, and all of you.<br />
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*Hoping for a new chapter to begin soon.<br />
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<br />Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-36741066909376023142013-04-05T17:06:00.002+08:002013-04-06T10:00:37.543+08:00Today's torture?<div>
Safe!!! Thank God! I've just endured hell. Was it really hell? Nah...It was quite okay, I guess. Considering it was my first time. What the heck am I talking about, you say? Well, actually, I've just handle a one hour English class for lecturers and staffs. No joke. Can you imagine a fresh graduate teaching experienced lecturers English?</div>
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Scary, that's what I thought when I was first told by Awer about it 2 days ago.Since I've only have experience in teaching children and college students, it's kinda a big thing for me. So yesterday I started searching for materials and prepping. As a former English Language student, I looked for materials at bbclearningenglish.com. </div>
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I found one interesting activity on listening called Vocabulary Bingo. It might take some time for me to explain, for more details of the game please visit bbclearningenglish.com. The game is quite risky because if the students or in my case, the lecturer and staffs, were able to hear all the words, game over. So I made a second activity.</div>
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Applying my past experience working as a translator, the second activity was on translation. The easiest, most enjoyable way to do it is by translating a song. A famous malay soundtrack: <i>Ombak Rindu.</i> And it took almost half an hour for them to finished it and I made them sing it. It was hilarious! Below is the translation for that song. You can try singing it if you'd like. Mind the grammatical errors and the awkward words choice. Hahaha.</div>
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God please soften his heart<br />
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Because I could not bear</div>
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Only remember You when I'm sad</div>
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After that, I ended the class. It wasn't so hard actually. I realised that they just wanna have some fun. No formal class where I babble about grammar and stuffs. Activities where they can unleashed the child in them. So, for future classes, I might used some activities from the English camp during my diploma and have some fun along with them. Oh my! I think there's a pair of horns on my head. Muahahaha!</div>
Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-4356936407743669032013-04-02T16:20:00.001+08:002013-04-02T16:22:40.074+08:00Next Blog»<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bloghopping. Is it an actual word? Yes? No? Maybe? I don't know? According to http://oxforddictionaries.com, that word don't exist. But according to http://urbandictionary.com, it's defined as <i>"Following links from one blog to another, reading about the lives of people I have absolutely nothing to do with."</i> Now, this definition was made by a guy name Nick, a common netizen, just like you and me who has no specific qualification whatsoever. So, I don't encourage you to quote from that site for any academic reports or purposes.<br />
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By and large, bloggers and blog readers are the one who love to bloghop. Mostly visiting blogs of their deary friends and families (in contrast with the definition from urbandictionary.com) or famous people. And sometimes their enemy(s). I myself rarely bloghop. Never really got the interest to <i>read about the lives of people I have absolutely nothing to do with.</i><br />
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Only when my boredom has reached its boiling point, will I do some bloghopping. Just for the sake of easing my suffering. I bloghop randomly using a certain method, by clicking [Next Blog»]. You know, the small button at the top of the blog. But based on my past experience, certain templates deny this function.<br />
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Since reading is not my key feature due to my own trait for being selective when it comes to the type of materials I'd read, I don't really know where to go to get those so called up-to-date posts or the latest news and gossips. But I know exactly where to go when it comes to comic. Manga to be precise. Haha.<br />
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Now, some of you may be using the same method to bloghop and some of you may have other ways but to those who had just realised about this and those who wants to have a go, by all means, be my guest. But I'd like to give you a heads up. Be ready! Because you don't know what kind of blog you'll end up at. I could give you some examples. Some are good and some are nasty. But where's the fun in it, right?Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-37048734569419546862013-03-28T12:14:00.002+08:002013-03-29T09:01:27.298+08:00Gooooooo Greeeeeeeeeeeeeen!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow! I've been updating my blog quite frequent for the past few days. Got nothing to do? Not really. In fact, it's the other way around. It's kinda boring being in the office, because I act like I got nothing to do when there is "a bundle of joy" stacked on my table.<br />
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Anyway, my college is organizing an event this week called Go Green! Yeah, it's about recycling and all that stuff. Yesterday, in the morning, there was a talk by a representative from SWF (Southern Waste Management), one of the company that collect the rubbish from houses in Johor, I think, talking about the 3R and poor self conscience of Malaysian when it comes to waste management. Since my students were required to attend the talk, so was I. And my God, it was freaking boring! I nearly fell asleep! But thankfully, I managed to endure the suffering of listening to that talk. Hahaha. Later that evening, the staffs and students gathered recyclable materials as much as they can and sold it. The money that they received from the sale will be donated to Tabung Wira Lahad Datu.<br />
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For today, I think there will be a presentation by students who signed up for the 3D poster contest where they create a poster using recyclable materials. I was planning to go and watch but unfortunately, I got class to teach. There's also another contest but I can't seem to remember what it is. Hahaha. I don't know why I'm so not interested with all the things in this college. Seriously!<br />
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<br />Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-37551125341977771732013-03-27T18:14:00.004+08:002013-03-27T18:14:45.519+08:00Volleyballing? Not today!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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According to my schedule, yesterday, my class was suppose to end at 6.15 pm. But I ended the class around 5.45. But still, I have to thumb out at 6.15. Just following the procedure, okay? After I clocked out, as I was heading to my motorcycle, I saw a bunch of students doing warm up at the volleyball court. Since it has been quite a while since the last time I played the game, I decided to go to the court to watch them.<br />
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From just wanting to watch, I ended up playing with them, wearing my office attire. Cool, don't you think? No, it's not cool. It ain't easy playing a game where you need to move a lot wearing leather shoes. Try it, and you'll know what I mean. But yesterday was fun. I played with them until azan maghrib. Kinda brings back old memories.<br />
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So today, I'm going to play with them again. But with proper attire. And maybe show some skills for them to learn. (Macam bagus sangat nak ajar orang). Haha. Ini semua POYO! Anyway, right now, I'm just waiting for the clock to struck 5.15 so I can thumb out, go home, take a quick bath, pray, get ready and come back to college. Jyeah!!!<br />
<br />Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-62597706116809722282013-03-25T17:01:00.002+08:002013-03-25T17:01:58.130+08:00Monday mourning.Death and taxes. Nothing is as certain as death and taxes. But still, death is not something people talk a lot on compared to taxes, I think. Anyway, most people would prefer to avoid rather than talk about death. It's like a taboo to speak of such word that symbolise darkness, sadness and sorrow. But personally, refusing to speak of it is like denying the fact that sooner or later, we and other living creatures on the face of the earth will die.<div>
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What's with the sudden interest in death? Well, this morning, I was blogwalking while marking my students' papers and I stumbled upon a blog that talks about a young blogger by the name Yasmin Hunwick. Her blog is called <a href="http://misschronicz.blogspot.com/">http://misschronicz.blogspot.com</a>. She died in June last year, at the age of 17 in an accident along with two friends. So what's so special about that? Nothing, if that is all to it. But what she experienced before her death is what caught my attention.</div>
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And while I was reading blog posts and reports on her, two students of mine suddenly came to my table, asking for some donations to be given to one of their friend who has just lost his mother this morning due to cancer. I'm sure it's a great blow to him especially when the final exam is just in couple weeks time. </div>
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These two things remind me of the thing that I've forgotten. Death is certain, indeed. But the why, when, where, what and how, remain a mystery. We just have to prepare for it. To both of them and those that we knew, who have left us, may their soul rest in peace. Al-Fatihah...</div>
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Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-6384315865773854872013-03-22T11:50:00.002+08:002013-03-22T14:29:17.612+08:00It's Friday!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In Malaysia, Friday is the long awaited day of the week for working people. In some states, that day would be Thursday. Why? Because it is the last day of working. The following day would be the weekend. Which means, time to relax. Time to be spent with family and friends. Time to take a break from all the workloads that has been piling up on the table for the past few weeks.<br />
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Yes, I like Friday. I really like Friday. Mainly because of the reasons above. But other than that, there are quite a few good things about Friday as a working man and working at SCC. First, (applying sequence connectors) less working hour. Thanks to Friday prayer, supposedly, were will leave for lunch hour at 12.15 but by then, almost half of the staffs have already left (typical government worker). And we have to be back at the office by 3.15.<br />
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Second, I have no class! Which is freaking awesome. I just sit at my table, wasting my time on Facebook or blogwalking or reading sports news (mainly on football). Ignoring all the tests and assignments of the students that I'm supposed to check. Sorry awer, when it's Friday, I'm in no mood to do any markings, okay? Sometimes, I listen to all the gossip from kakak-kakak in the SLS unit while they belek-belek some clothes that one of them is selling. What else can you expect when women gather around, right?<br />
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Third, which is a really really really good thing, is what they call Budaya Al-Quran. Now, I don't know whether it's something that was made compulsory by MOHE or is it something that only this college is doing. But to me, it's not something that I normally see. Every Friday morning, between 8.00 to 9.00, all staffs (lecturers + administration) will gather at the meeting room to read the Quran. We all would read it and one ustazah will recite the meaning.<br />
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Next, is something extra for last week and this week. Potluck. Yeah, the people around here loves to eat. They eat almost everything, all the time. Lots of free food on Friday. The organizer, which are the girls from General Studies Unit (my unit) prepared most of the food. When I said girls, I was referring to two young women (younger than me). One is a newly wed, the other is still single. They even bring the rice cooker and cook the rice in the pantry. Sangat gegeh! But they are a nice bunch of people.<br />
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<br />Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-88647830811437190572013-03-19T23:00:00.002+08:002013-03-19T23:00:25.762+08:00*Sigh*Going back and forth from Muar to Segamat and Segamat to Muar every single day for work is freaking tiring!Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-4650721424876911162013-01-01T10:50:00.001+08:002013-01-01T10:52:47.336+08:00Hello 2013!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We're now in 2013 people! Wohoo! Happy New Year! Lots of people went crazy last night. Doing countdown, partying I bet. How did I celebrate it? Well, when the clock stroke at 12 midnight, marking the end of a glorious chapter in one's life, I assume, and the beginning of another glorious one, I hope, I was already fast asleep. Too sleepy to stare at the clock, doing countdown. Besides, it seems pointless to do so when you're stuck at home. And I had a really good night sleep too. Woke up around 5 a.m. Which is, by the way, a new personal best. Never woke up as early as 5 a.m. ever since the fasting month. As for this new year, I got a few things up my list. Hopefully all can be achieved with flying colours by 31st December 2013. Too all, I wish that 2013 will be a great year and may all our dreams come true. Keep the spirit up, keep on working hard, be positive, and no regret! God bless us all! Happy new year!<br />
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<br />Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-16033555067003799132012-12-31T02:16:00.001+08:002012-12-31T02:16:13.775+08:00Goodbye 2012!<div style="text-align: left;">
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But I've told myself to make some time to write something on the last day of 2012. So, here I am, pressing my keyboard, writing another typical nonsense unworthy to be read by whoever happens to came or stumble upon my blog. </div>
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Well, we're reached the end of the road for 2012. Looking back at it, I've been through a lot quite frankly. Some ups and downs, tears and laughter. Same old routine for the past 28 years I've been living on planet Earth. The only difference is the cause of those ups and downs and tears and laughter. But that's just how the world works actually. </div>
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So what have I achieved for 2012? The first thing I crossed on my my to-do list for 2012, which is the only thing I've set earlier this year, and the year before that, and the year before that, is to graduate on time. Ha ha. I myself found this funny. Although I've been trying and trying and trying to earn that piece of paper that supposedly meant to justify one's ability for the past 10 freaking years! Yes, 10 freaking years! But, what makes it meaningful to me is that, the smile on my parent's face when I went on stage, shake that guy's hand, took my certs and walk back to my seat. Of course I didn't see their face, but I can tell. I'm sure most of you felt the same way too. Other things that I got are merely bonuses for me.</div>
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So what have I lost? Well, since I've graduated, I lost the time of being a student. God, student life sure is the best time in my life. That's why it took me 10 years to get my degree. Haha. Formal classes and lectures and what not, I do miss those things despite all the piling pressure of workloads and assignments and presentations, yes. But I miss the time spent with my friends even more. Going places, doing this and that, go crazy, get busted, or something. Because now most of us are miles apart. Even if we're close, we still got our own matters to attend to. Plus, the situation has changed and so are our responsibilities either towards ourselves or others. Just part of the cycle of life.</div>
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All in all, 2012 was (despite still having 20 more hours before officially entering 2013) a great year for me. Wouldn't trade it for anything else. Too priceless, too meaningful. Well, I guess that's all for now. I wanted to write more but I think this will suffice for the time being. So 2012, thank you for all the memories. With this, I bid you farewell...</div>
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Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-13277359244625664812012-10-30T23:14:00.000+08:002012-10-30T23:14:05.699+08:00Translate Translating Translator Translation.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'll be entering the fourth month now, working as a freelance translator for a company. So far, I think the job suits me well. Not much hassle to deal with. Working at home, on my own time, as long as the assignment is submitted before the deadline. But even if I can't make it before the deadline, I only need to send an e-mail, informing and requesting for an extension from the company.<div>
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Basically my job is to prepare the Malay subtitle for a half hour or one hour English variety show, series or documentary. The company will give me the assignments and I have to download the videos and scripts to help me out in performing the translation and type the subtitles using an application specifically made by the company.</div>
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Performing translation is not as easy as it seems. Especially when your language ability, in my case, Malay and English, is not at par in terms for word choice. I admit, I have a very limited vocabulary for Malay compared to English. It's a shame, isn't it? To master foreign language more compared to your own mother tongue. But through this job, I somehow able to improve my Malay words capacity.</div>
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Where do I refer to when I'm stuck or have no clue of the meaning of the words? There are a few sites that I'm very fond of. For Malay language, of course Dewan Bahasa dan Pustaka. This link to be exact, <a href="http://prpm.dbp.gov.my/">http://prpm.dbp.gov.my/</a>. I only knew about this site after I started working. Suggested by the company. A very useful site because I don't think there are any other site than can provide a more accurate translation in Malay other than this. But there are still a few English words that have no Malay translation. Therefore, I will give y own meaning in which way I see fit.</div>
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The pay check. The most important thing looked upon in accepting a job offer. Primary numero uno! What I can say is that the pay suits the job, which is as a freelancer. So, yes. I'm still looking for a job. A steady job with a steady income. As for this job I'm currently doing, it is merely a side job while I'm still in search for a real job. But if I can't find any, maybe I'll ask to be an in house staff for the company. Working as a translator and editor. Anyway, let's see how it goes. Only time will tell, right?</div>
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Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-9505378214370907902012-09-25T01:21:00.000+08:002012-09-25T01:21:14.425+08:00Rains of life.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's raining out there. Along with thunders and lightnings. Though not too loud nor too bright. I can barely remember the last time the clouds shed its tears of blessing upon this land. Looking at the falling rains in the darkest of night, I felt calm. Yes, a feeling forgotten for quite a while now. All the things that has been coming towards me lately somehow had made me feel dejected and lost within the darkness of my own creation.</div>
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Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-10745596506262714372012-09-21T02:31:00.001+08:002012-09-21T02:38:26.404+08:00Blogger New Interface.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It seems that Blogger has activated its new interface. Yeay? Well, I'm not so sure about that. Frankly saying, I'd prefer the old one. Because I'm used to it. LOL. It's not that I don't like the changes. It's just that I don't want to spend extra time trying to understand it. I've already had my hands full with all the work piling up every single day. Although I'm only freelancing but I work in longer hours than normal people. I'll tell you about it some other times. </div>
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Okay, now I'm out of ideas. Got nothing much to write this early in the morning actually. Just filling some time while waiting for the video files for my work to finish downloading. Well, I got to go. I'll post something else once my brain can produce something or anything to say about something or anything that probably would interest somebody or nobody. LOL. Till we meet again, fellow readers of the virtual world. Bye.</div>
Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-87735504835451879782012-09-15T02:26:00.016+08:002012-09-15T14:06:10.111+08:00Marriage.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKsm5wBs7PFNRR9c1ycgk3DgazqHgbc7DuJr-9sQGdAz2-AJuDj1YpV2bwKM2yDKf5hXxKOlKsCnaj8_fh4bs_wta1khhRiohbsVZg19YNumCFdimgT0eyOXWu_ssz3hL7byRF4VDgE9b/s1600/Untitled.png" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKsm5wBs7PFNRR9c1ycgk3DgazqHgbc7DuJr-9sQGdAz2-AJuDj1YpV2bwKM2yDKf5hXxKOlKsCnaj8_fh4bs_wta1khhRiohbsVZg19YNumCFdimgT0eyOXWu_ssz3hL7byRF4VDgE9b/s320/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5788107232007799666" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" face="Georgia, serif" size="3" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">“Marriage is a bond performed between a man and a woman (or women) as a symbol of their love towards each other.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">I think most people will agree with this statement. But I’m not so sure about the part in the bracket though. Especially by women. Haha. Anyway, putting that aside, it is what we, normal human beings, with a perfectly healthy and sane mind, have waited so long for. Yes, I’m no different than you guys and girls out there. I’m normal, okay. I want to get married just like everybody else. And just like you, I have my own opinion about marriage. My knowledge upon this matter is very small and shallow. It is only based on my experience and the experience of others around me. So, in this post I’ll share my understanding of it with you folks out there because as they say, sharing is caring, right? Well, not really actually. Some things are allowed to be shared with others but there are certain things that we have to keep it to ourselves. It is what we called ‘privacy’. And it doesn't mean that we don't care about other people, it just shows that we care about ourselves more.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">Now, when we reach a certain level in terms of age, our family, our friends and those around us will begin to ask the 1 million dollar question that they’ve been longing to blurt out.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ">“When are you going to get married?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">Yeah, I’m pretty sure you are familiar with this question either from your own experience or from others’. Some even hate this question and reply with a rather common question.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ">“Don’t you have any other question to ask?”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">I don’t deny that I’ve been asked that question in quite a number of times mostly by my friends. I neither hate it nor do I enjoy it. But usually I will reply with a completely short, precise, sweet, polite, understandable and straight to the point answer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ">“When the time comes.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">Yes, when the time comes, I’ll ask the queen of my heart, for her hand in marriage because to me, marriage is not a child’s play. It is not something that you can simply do just to gain experiences or because people want you to get married or because you can’t stand people asking that 1 million dollar question. No, that should not be the reason for your marriage. Marriage is a bond between a man and a woman as mentioned in the statement earlier. Moreover, it is a responsibility.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">The life as a married person is way different compared to being single. A lot of thoughts need to be put into it before deciding whether to get married or not because personally, what marriage means to me is not the big and long awaited day WHEN the knot is tied but rather what you have to do AFTER the knot is tied. Being a man, the obligations and responsibilities are far greater. Towards yourself, your wife, family from both sides and all other things.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that marriage is a burden. But rather something that people should look forward to. This is purely a personal opinion. I'm merely projecting my thoughts. Because I know, I'm not yet ready for marriage life. But I’m preparing for it, taking one step at a time, slowly but surely.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">The road to joy and happiness is never easy. It will surely be bumpy with all the holes and hurdles. It always has and always will. But the difference of it is that once you are married, you have someone to support you, to care for you, to help you get through all the obstacles and challenges in life. What else can be more joyful and meaningful than having someone to share your life with? Yes, your soulmate, your other half, your knight in shining armour or your queen in glittering gown.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=" ">Marriage is a wonderful thing. Many strive for it, but not all succeeded. If you are given the chance to receive such blessed gift, take it. But only if you are ready. When will we be ready?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span>When the time comes...<span style="font-size:100%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="font-size: 100%; "></p>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-7057065276447480542012-09-12T03:01:00.004+08:002012-09-12T03:10:00.665+08:00I walk and walk and walk.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQI6BG3z-kvA-DwRPYAv6zoGwgtGDij06rs9ePiTCYP7HSqBI8TiFX19lydHbilMfTgehY4CCIqjgLKt5ftzSoGGOyBPLBCUOMAkvL0xHJaIMZ6kszHAptIBJATMboUQTT1fWsDv6ZdVb/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 259px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQI6BG3z-kvA-DwRPYAv6zoGwgtGDij06rs9ePiTCYP7HSqBI8TiFX19lydHbilMfTgehY4CCIqjgLKt5ftzSoGGOyBPLBCUOMAkvL0xHJaIMZ6kszHAptIBJATMboUQTT1fWsDv6ZdVb/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5786997730669643058" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-family: 'Adobe Garamond Pro Bold', serif; font-size: 12pt; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-family: 'Adobe Garamond Pro Bold', serif; font-size: 12pt; ">I walk and walk and walk.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">And walk and walk and walk.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">With nothing in my head.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">With nothing in my heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">I walk and walk and walk.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif""><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">As I walk and walk and walk.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">And walk and walk and walk.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">Suddenly, I stop.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">I stop and I stand still.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">I wonder why I stop.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif""><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">I look to my right.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">Nothing there.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">I look to my left.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">Nothing there.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif""><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">So I walk and walk and walk.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Adobe Garamond Pro Bold","serif"">And walk and walk and walk.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p></p>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-72688583592544877372012-08-19T02:14:00.006+08:002012-08-19T02:23:54.146+08:00Selamat Hari Raya<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9lC73hwfnAqF7Mw-dWOh9y2FY2-ySfew3_1WCjMrRu8PF45_1VTjM7N6_jxzVLy4dXkIsGvTCYhqcS4-3fiTyJG4C4OqK59Xj5LeJJuNY_fENWAJEE9WrCRxT-Mk-A7ZLzMrLGYhVvJv/s1600/untitle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD9lC73hwfnAqF7Mw-dWOh9y2FY2-ySfew3_1WCjMrRu8PF45_1VTjM7N6_jxzVLy4dXkIsGvTCYhqcS4-3fiTyJG4C4OqK59Xj5LeJJuNY_fENWAJEE9WrCRxT-Mk-A7ZLzMrLGYhVvJv/s320/untitle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5778079843006177522" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-size:100%;">Di kesempatan ini, aku nak ucapkan,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">=D</div>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-71279037604433488052012-08-11T02:07:00.006+08:002012-08-11T02:27:13.185+08:00Inspired by Pandelela.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXIhy8yBDYn4Cdrew_uXb14X571MB6lOWhsb2xMR5dTMMwNyfP6g_LI86ehBvEa1GLBdsBuj8K098k8ym69ZkDvy76SWy481sGd1dBgyCDysnAOntPeFDIVLCdRtbIZIgarOEzBb7oqpw/s1600/Stunt+dive.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJXIhy8yBDYn4Cdrew_uXb14X571MB6lOWhsb2xMR5dTMMwNyfP6g_LI86ehBvEa1GLBdsBuj8K098k8ym69ZkDvy76SWy481sGd1dBgyCDysnAOntPeFDIVLCdRtbIZIgarOEzBb7oqpw/s320/Stunt+dive.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5775109384918366850" /></a><br />In celebrating our nation's first female Olympic medal winner (Bronze), Pandelela Rinong (10m platform event), I give you Stunt Dive. An exciting diving game where you can perform tricks and score points. I've been playing it for a while now. It is fun and the music sounds so cool. My highest was only around 650 points. About half the points that some players earned. You can check the rankings. Lol. Give it a try. I'm sure you'll enjoy it. And congratulation to Team MALAYSIA for the success that they've achieved in the London 2012 Olympic Games.<div style="text-align: center;">MALAYSIA BOLEH!</div>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-72338309199627131142012-08-07T01:55:00.007+08:002012-08-07T02:51:31.545+08:00Women Football (or Soccer)<span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Football is no longer a man's game. The emergence of female football team has somehow provide a fresh spark to the most entertaining game in the world. I'm no </span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">experts on football and I'm not much of a player either. But I do enjoy watching it.</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Just finished watching the women semi final football match of the Olympic between France and Japan. I never watched a full women football match. And for this match, I only watched the second half. Out of </span>boredom<span style="font-size:100%;"> to be honest. But to my surprise, the game was actually good. Especially, France. They we're trailing 1-0 at the interval and Japan doubled their lead with a fine header from a set piece a few minutes after the start of the second half. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But after that, they basically controlled the ball. Performing numerous attempts towards the goal and finally able to get 1 goal to put them back into the game. They manage to get a penalty but the player who took the penalty sent the ball wide at the left post although the Japanese goalkeeper already went the other way. The match ended with Japan winning the match with 2-1.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Seeing this match has definitely provide me with new insights. It is</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"> different than football played by men. There aren't much power when they blast the ball, or speed when they chase or run with the ball. But they do have skills.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Earlier, I saw one of the French player dribbling the ball, did a spin while being surrounded by 3 Japanese players and she manage to get away with the ball. I was like, Whoa!!. Never thought that a woman can do that. Lol. But I guess it is to be expected since they're playing at an international level. </span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:100%;">The set pieces were good too. Should have gotten a few goals from it. It's a pity that they lost. Anyway, n</span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;">ext up is Canada versus USA. I think I'm going to watch the full match. Let see if there are </span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;">any more</span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"> </span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;">surprises</span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"> for me.</span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3oXd0qf9wtrBvCh16o7bNOkYVYBZDUxPVu33ipr-wrDbSz33T6ayoQNw2UqsuhX9-zk0Xfy-FmXk-LWEY1CS9hS_BASi4juYaYcPwyhk1zmGjfmFmIAqlC-Oma0kkU5FEBf5R1NCOV0B/s320/613x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773632366986592818" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; ">France Olympic Team. That No.2 is freakingly tall. :p</div><div style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></div></div></div>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-46905906322596722932012-07-26T00:47:00.010+08:002012-07-26T01:02:34.546+08:00AI am Noob!Been playing with Adobe Illustrator tonight. Googled for some vectors. Add up a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Mix and match, twist and turn, and made this..<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdCXqLKSJnccQ3T6RMG8h6z4khFSZkjDeRTnNg5zaKX2oSGMLQ9MwQBsYiATZke3WQ0izk4dKEPsaxlGq4_3eyad7cq0bhW6dcq7wmmOjzBQQAMTyFoPwxJkYpWykvyKRqhQ8VaBG9LMb/s320/Ramadhan.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5769150617006716930" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Took me around 1/2 hour to actually finish this. I'm such a noob in AI. Noob! Noob! Noob! Haha..Anyway, happy fasting to all Muslim out there. May this holy month brings joy and blessing to all. </div>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371159797836385737.post-25115588037400651152012-07-24T13:07:00.004+08:002012-07-24T13:58:49.804+08:00Grim<span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Day by day,</span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">night by night.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Solemn creeps,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">and sorrow frights.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Darkness shone,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">not once nor twice<span style=" ;font-size:100%;">.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">To bits and pieces,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">coal and ice.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Brilliant bright,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">aglow no more. </div><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;">Grims<span style="font-size: 100%;"> the soul,</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">battered and sore.</div>Enolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04861578846825098252noreply@blogger.com0