<?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-1481188005187620760</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:10:52.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Stranger</title><subtitle type='html'>Nothing familiar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-1975911467977801410</id><published>2010-02-16T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T09:07:51.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOODBYE</title><content type='html'>159 posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done trying to be who people expect me to be&lt;br /&gt;People are such selfish and inconsiderate beings&lt;br /&gt;I'll say goodbye to someone reflected in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;He 'died' knowing that his efforts was mostly in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to the new person in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't talk much&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and the curtain closes for my blog, the one side of me open to public*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1975911467977801410?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1975911467977801410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1975911467977801410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1975911467977801410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1975911467977801410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html' title='GOODBYE'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4264101835696177508</id><published>2010-02-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:41:53.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay Marriages</title><content type='html'>An email pertaining to "Why Malay Marriages FAIL" written by Muhd Ridzwan Rahmat in his blog was sent to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, he says the reason why Malay marriages fail includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Malay women selection criteria&lt;br /&gt;2. Short Courting period&lt;br /&gt;3. Financial Delinquency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree that financial intelligence is a major factor to marital instability but I don't quite agree with the first two mainly because he said that it is due to malay culture (i.e indirectly saying because of religion) and lack of knowledge in Islam. I fear that he himself do not fully understand the context of Islam in&amp;nbsp;this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, Malay women are simple when choosing their partners. They look for those supposedly 'nice' people. He claims that little concern are given&amp;nbsp;to financial position and education by the girls' family. What bullshit. He must be living in a shell. Either that or I hope that he is talking about only a particular group of Malays and not Malays in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to him, the longer&amp;nbsp;they date the better because finally you'll get to see what he will be like&amp;nbsp;or what he is truly like. Again, what bullshit is this. He must have been living a pretentious life for the first year he's with a girl until he is unable to hold it in anymore and finally bursting out his one true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUBBISH...please do not belittle or critisize Malay women&amp;nbsp;or the Ustazs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I agree that modernization is critical to survive in this world, the change should be done by all and not just men.&amp;nbsp;As a muslim, Islam should be integrated in the&amp;nbsp;practice of worldly living. Islam as the guide and we, as the practitioner. That is the meaning of Islam Hadhari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, it's not that the selection criteria has gone wrong but rather the criteria is incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Islam, the criteria of choosing your partner (in order) includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st. WEALTH - to ensure that they can support you&lt;br /&gt;2nd.PERSONALITY - to ensure character&lt;br /&gt;3rd. FAMILY BACKGROUND - it is said that the person is a reflection of the parents and so on&lt;br /&gt;4th. RELIGION - to ensure that they have guidance and know the meaning of humility. Not stated if they have to be a muslim to be considered a potential&amp;nbsp;partner, that is considered&amp;nbsp;when you want to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" but those who chooses to marry because of religion, they are the lucky ones" (Hadith Bukhari &amp;amp; Muslim)&lt;/blockquote&gt;Religion was never first, financial intelligence. character comes second. BUT religion is viewed as the most sacred. Because religion is the guide, the source of what is right to motivate you. Islam promotes understanding, motivation and striving for education. That is why for those who chooses religion, they are lucky because the 1st three will come along with having guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the lack of knowledge in religion that the Ustazs have been talking about. Better learn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for shorter courtship is not so because people will call you "&lt;em&gt;pengantin basi&lt;/em&gt;" if you stall. The reason for marriage in Islam is&amp;nbsp;can be divided into 5 aspects &lt;em&gt;Wajib&lt;/em&gt; (Compulsory), &lt;em&gt;Sunat&lt;/em&gt; (Advisable), &lt;em&gt;Harus&lt;/em&gt; (Neutral), &lt;em&gt;Makruh&lt;/em&gt; (Not advisable), and &lt;em&gt;Haram&lt;/em&gt; (Restricted).&amp;nbsp;What constitutes these reasons are due to three aspects of human characteristics including&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Financial wealth&lt;br /&gt;- Readiness&lt;br /&gt;- Desire and Temptations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtship was never there to begin with, in the olden days the parents do the thinking. With modernization, we are given the chance to find our soulmates ourselves but do it proper.&amp;nbsp;The longer you stall,&amp;nbsp;people will come to bad mouth you and you are susceptible to your own desires and temptations and thus&amp;nbsp; "shotgun marriages" happen. That's more embarrasing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I fear that&amp;nbsp;these&amp;nbsp;people don't understand the meaning of marriage. Marriage&amp;nbsp;from the context of Islam from my uderstanding is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The&amp;nbsp;decision to&amp;nbsp;take up a journey separate from our previous families, to take up a new&amp;nbsp;responsibility towards each other, to accept and tolerate each others shortcomings, while adhering to the call of the religion and sunnah&amp;nbsp;before ourselves&amp;nbsp;so as to make it as pure as the religion itself for the betterment of ourselves and our family.&lt;/blockquote&gt;With that said, if Malay marriages fail then that is the fault of both parties and not just the ladies. Men should be more self motivated to be a family man who is able and desirable. Don't go bad mouthing fellow Malay ladies like as if they're nothing but mindless people. Females are part of men that represents their emotional needs and sensitivity towards other people. They make up our lack of intuition and we supply them with security and respect with our sense of logic. None is greater than the other in terms of personality but we should lead them fairly and protect them with our given strength. That should be motivation enough for us to follow the example of the male weaver birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shheessh, the things mindless people can say when they don't integrate knowledge of the religion in their lives. Even without these long explanation, may I suggest that dude, you might wanna think of your mother before writing those kind of thoughtless things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4264101835696177508?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4264101835696177508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4264101835696177508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4264101835696177508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4264101835696177508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/malay-marriages.html' title='Malay Marriages'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2815831182503093755</id><published>2010-02-13T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T05:13:40.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right, Left or Middle?</title><content type='html'>IM HOMEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my parents, my brother and his wife until my brother came up with this challenge if anyone of us can draw a triangle with one hand and a circle with the other. This challenge is actually a test to see if you are able to use both hemispheres of your brain equally. According to my brother, only those who think little or think simple can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I DID IT! (using a combination of circle/square and circle/triangle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months before this, I did a test on facebook (hardly believable) to see which part my brain does more work and apparently I am a middle brain. It means I use both sides of the brain equally well (not excellent but both moderately good). And now this. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago, I keep thinking that I'm an excessive thinker. Now, I think that I don't think much... maybe I'm just dreaming. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why I'm just moderately&amp;nbsp; good and bad in everything. Like my supervisor said, Jack of All, Master of None (I'm just glad he's happy with that fact). Maybe that's why I'm ambidextrous. Oh well... I'm glad I'm living to the exact teaching of Islam...be moderate. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the challenge is to set the standard of moderate to a higher level... GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2815831182503093755?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2815831182503093755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2815831182503093755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2815831182503093755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2815831182503093755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/right-left-or-middle.html' title='Right, Left or Middle?'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1284703644937930285</id><published>2010-02-09T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T05:14:21.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S3Fe5-QMpCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/73PNOS8lP7I/s1600-h/DSC04681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S3Fe5-QMpCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/73PNOS8lP7I/s320/DSC04681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S3FfBoh6l2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/SDFjacZxhuQ/s1600-h/CIMG1549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S3FfBoh6l2I/AAAAAAAAAb4/SDFjacZxhuQ/s200/CIMG1549.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Missing these people, although not many are going to be in Malaysia from this year for awhile (including myself hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days till I go home for 4 days. woooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I think I have a hidden talent for these kinda funny editing. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1284703644937930285?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1284703644937930285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1284703644937930285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1284703644937930285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1284703644937930285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-people.html' title='Missing People'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S3Fe5-QMpCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/73PNOS8lP7I/s72-c/DSC04681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-7429411336548507527</id><published>2010-02-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:03:59.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zaman Lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S247l6XXpII/AAAAAAAAAbg/XjBVlubGKX4/s1600-h/beta2sepia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S247l6XXpII/AAAAAAAAAbg/XjBVlubGKX4/s320/beta2sepia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I tried using soft focus and added some B&amp;amp;W effect with a lil filtering. Mind commenting on how it works out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was walking around Jurong Market area when i spotted this old bicycle, rusted and obviously old. Kinda reminded me of the old stories from Allahyarham Tan Sri P.Ramlee where the &lt;em&gt;apek&lt;/em&gt; cina rides the bike selling slippers or candies around the neighbourhood area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;People say old is gold and yes it is true, less hassle and less responsibility. People hate taking up responsibility and no one gets away from that stigma. It's easier said than done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How I wish I was still 17.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I guess it's okay cause growing older has its benefits as well. One example is working hard so I can be with the one I love very much. I have thought, made the first move, put in some effort, given the chance and now I am here. Only for you =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7429411336548507527?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7429411336548507527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7429411336548507527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7429411336548507527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7429411336548507527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/zaman-lama.html' title='Zaman Lama'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S247l6XXpII/AAAAAAAAAbg/XjBVlubGKX4/s72-c/beta2sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-5125176653039927977</id><published>2010-02-06T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:21:33.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priority</title><content type='html'>I attended a talk at the Jurong mosque last thursday and I must say that I was entertained by the Ustaz from the way he conveyed his speech. It was about 7 things about Allah S.W.T that is not comparable to anything else but that's not the point in this post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "We hope for acceptance in this religion but we do not make time for it, we pray but we do not devote ourselves to our prayers, if we do not prioritise and we rather choose to spend time with our friends, work and materialistic objects, no effort where put&amp;nbsp;to even make time for prayers so what are we praying for actually?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tiada kesungguhan untuk menghidupkan agama dalam diri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (No determination to live up to ones religious belief)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then today I went to visit my uncle&amp;nbsp;at&amp;nbsp;Kembangan and again he was talking to me about this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "There is nothing more important that the religion, it is our core and guide to live a proper way of life" with all his examples of past experiences in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's still not the point,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my cousin and he was telling me about family and mothers always comes first and my uncle continued to say that to a wife, her husband comes before her work. Pertaining to that, I believe that as long as they are your loved ones, they should always come before anything worldly or friends. They are second to only Allah S.W.T (I'm using this term&amp;nbsp;because everybody in Malaysia wants to use it right?&amp;nbsp;=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people prioritise things differently and that's up to them, but I should think that they should reevaluate what they prioritise in this world. What they choose to prioritise second or third may just affect themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks and I'm finally familiarising myself living in Singapore but somehow something else just have to come up.&amp;nbsp;Funny part is I have only 2 weeks left. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I am officially at my breaking down point and anymore would kill me. &lt;br /&gt;It's not about work though, work's great. It's the only thing that's&amp;nbsp;keeping me continuously alive rather than walk about like a zombie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5125176653039927977?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5125176653039927977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5125176653039927977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5125176653039927977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5125176653039927977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/02/priority.html' title='Priority'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-8251850517881066433</id><published>2010-01-31T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T05:27:31.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>News update</title><content type='html'>I had a great weekend, got back to KL for two days to spend time with my bestfriend and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few updates. The MOST IMPORTANT news is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GRADUATING IN MARCH!!! woo hoo!!! I went to uni and was told by the secretary that my internship report has been accepted. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;and to more news, I've been shopping for goodies and here are some addition to my eletronics: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7MtgVu0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/UrKXLv6fUIQ/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7MtgVu0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/UrKXLv6fUIQ/s200/DSC_0020.JPG" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7QIY6S2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/3dhtq1ZUgLg/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7QIY6S2I/AAAAAAAAAbA/3dhtq1ZUgLg/s200/DSC_0024.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SONY MP3 NWZ-S745 16 gb with SONY in-earpiece EX-82&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7HnCvRYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/PYlcawL6vBA/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7HnCvRYI/AAAAAAAAAaw/PYlcawL6vBA/s200/DSC_0009.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7BwVyCJI/AAAAAAAAAao/u00s3bvryhU/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7BwVyCJI/AAAAAAAAAao/u00s3bvryhU/s200/DSC_0004.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NISSIN SPEEDLIGHT Di622!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can start practicing on bouncing and outdoor flash =DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;All these items made my trip worthwhile together with quality time with Andrea, Ilham, Nadia, and Faiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, a whole day family outing with dad and sis. It's just good to be home for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm not giving up on my dreams though, comfort is a blessing but ambitions needs no comfort. Progress in learning is the path to excellence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-8251850517881066433?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8251850517881066433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8251850517881066433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8251850517881066433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8251850517881066433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/news-update.html' title='News update'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S2V7MtgVu0I/AAAAAAAAAa4/UrKXLv6fUIQ/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-9145682317275525546</id><published>2010-01-23T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:19:36.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 idiots</title><content type='html'>I went out with Shah and his friends to catch a movie entitled "3 idiots". It's about a story of doing things that you want and not what is forced onto you. The movie revolves 3 engineering students, in an engineering university deciding whether if the profession is best choice or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, coming from&amp;nbsp;the same exact&amp;nbsp;background the movie was easy to relate to. The hero is Aamir Khan, so it must be good and it was, in fact it was so good it set a new record of becoming one of the most sought after hindi movie only after 18 days of showing. So I highly recommend the movie to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Work and study for excellence and success will come chasing after you&lt;/blockquote&gt;That is TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean people strive for good results and what do they get? a good job but no life. No fun&amp;nbsp;at work because they don't exactly like the job. They work for success but they never strive to be excellent in it. I've seen so many people who thinks that a good job is a successful job. And they based it on materialistic stuffs. Like what my parents normally term these stuffs; THINGS YOU CANNOT BRING WITH YOU IN THE GRAVE. that's a true joke, pharoahs seemed to think like that and though not practiced anymore most people are indirectly relating to it, religiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my first year of engineering, we had a physics project&amp;nbsp;and we were supposed to build a continuous system consisting of 6 mechanisms. And most students did the most extravagant system which can only run ONCE because it's such a hassle to redo it again. But they got the grades they wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it's bad. But I feel that it is true. In any profession or culture. Always follow the current system, don't change it. Saddd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, it is a really good movie. Very enlightening. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-9145682317275525546?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/9145682317275525546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=9145682317275525546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/9145682317275525546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/9145682317275525546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-idiots.html' title='3 idiots'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-3204478696275343299</id><published>2010-01-22T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:57:19.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally and Hopefully a graduate</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marks the end of my 7th working week. and that means... I can submit my internship report for evaluation and that means.....I'm one YES away from getting off Monash Malaysia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I mention Monash Malaysia because truthfully, I still long to be a part of the Australian campus. I hope I get it right this time around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sultan of Johor passed away last night, my dad gave me a call in the morning saying something about needing to wear a songkok in Johor cuz Uncle passed away. UNCLE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, never knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3204478696275343299?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3204478696275343299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3204478696275343299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3204478696275343299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3204478696275343299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-and-hopefully-graduate.html' title='Finally and Hopefully a graduate'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-414601462702303394</id><published>2010-01-18T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:56:00.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP6: Weekend around Singapore (or some of it)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I've had a nice weekend. Had loads of fun but I don't stop taking pictures. Here are some for criticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RgsGvRf0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kpd-cfk84J8/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RgsGvRf0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kpd-cfk84J8/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RiGqtchzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YOYZARAZmFo/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RiGqtchzI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YOYZARAZmFo/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Riajcog0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jUaxGTCl3M0/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Riajcog0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/jUaxGTCl3M0/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Rij-kt8dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dtFMfdAhSnQ/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Rij-kt8dI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dtFMfdAhSnQ/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RirFT7JLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/98ijJGk32v4/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RirFT7JLI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/98ijJGk32v4/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RjDRxzZiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-2d6ng8Ix1Q/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RjDRxzZiI/AAAAAAAAAaY/-2d6ng8Ix1Q/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Rn-gpS_VI/AAAAAAAAAag/04zft3EYHh0/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Rn-gpS_VI/AAAAAAAAAag/04zft3EYHh0/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm open for comments! =D&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/1481188005187620760-414601462702303394?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/414601462702303394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=414601462702303394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/414601462702303394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/414601462702303394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/pp6-weekend-around-singapore-or-some-of.html' title='PP6: Weekend around Singapore (or some of it)'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RgsGvRf0I/AAAAAAAAAZo/Kpd-cfk84J8/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-5095295512756293256</id><published>2010-01-18T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:13:05.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Invaded!</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my eldest brother, eldest sister and my younger sister came to visit me (or rather to shop) in Singapore. It's been a while since I've gone home so it's good to have met them for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a summary of the visit:&lt;br /&gt;16/01/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Introduced them to Banquet (one of the halal food courts in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Bugis Street&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Orchard Central&lt;br /&gt;- Went to &lt;a href="mailto:Somerset@313"&gt;Somerset@313&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Takashimaya&lt;br /&gt;- Went to Esplanade to watch a gig performance&lt;br /&gt;- I GOT MYSELF&amp;nbsp;A DUCATI JACKET!!! wooot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Ra5CxBtMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q25KvijHw3g/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Ra5CxBtMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q25KvijHw3g/s200/DSC_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Rc6NjCerI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QP8ySLmRKt8/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Rc6NjCerI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QP8ySLmRKt8/s200/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RdAUXZfbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/041MoXGFgQc/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RdAUXZfbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/041MoXGFgQc/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RdHkBDa5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dChJBPbcf9A/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1RdHkBDa5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/dChJBPbcf9A/s200/DSC_0021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon all the strenuous walking and travelling across the island, I've just realised that I've been here for 6 weeks and I haven't done any exploring myself! lol... of course my policy is never to go anywhere alone and Ezi's my only friend here. It was my first time at Orchard Central...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the place they stayed allowed us to pay Bencoolen Mosque a visit! which is good since now I know the location of one more mosque here in Singapore. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to know that my brother, (yes the one in the picture) has a company! lol... that makes both my elder brothers! hopefully I get to join the club... =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my siblings for cheering my weekend up. Best weekend I've had so far...in a looooot of ways Xd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5095295512756293256?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5095295512756293256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5095295512756293256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5095295512756293256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5095295512756293256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/singapore-invaded.html' title='Singapore Invaded!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S1Ra5CxBtMI/AAAAAAAAAXw/q25KvijHw3g/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-2689285394057800765</id><published>2010-01-14T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:57:40.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allah S.W.T</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing, I wonder if Malaysians ever realise that this ongoing drama cum battle is an embarassment to the whole country? what more, to certain extent are&amp;nbsp;those Malay-sians who's making the country a laughing stock to country next door (who knows if they're not Malays but one columnist sure blamed it on us, and he's Malay -.-"). It's really disturbing that it hasn't been settled yet till now... and now Johor's church is getting a new paint job (RED to be exact) and it reflects nothing but stupidity to other countries. It's like stone age men driving ferraris and mercs. What then? a repeat of 13 Mei 1969 incident? (i think it's 1969...=P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What solution exactly do you wanna get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent sometime discussing this with a fellow concern Singaporean, Shahabuddin. Both of us have nearly the same idea on how it could/should end. Here's how-to-do-it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop the violence, we're not hulligans, we're Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop demanding without giving, the teaching goes, "It's better to give than to receive"... you don't even want to give in, how can then people accept what you're asking for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Other religions should just respect what's old (just this once) because it's&amp;nbsp; sensitive issue, it's what has defined Malay-sians and Muslims since the very start. Because, nothing was ever a problem before you wanted to use it, how come you want it now?&lt;br /&gt;4. Muslims, please just give them a break. You don't have to give them what they want but seriously? Molotiv cocktails? Red paint? why are you being so "kind" to give them extra? Although we form a majority of 70% in the country, respect the minority. &lt;br /&gt;5. Freaking use the power of unity, what the hell is 1Malaysia is all about if the races can't come to a diplomatic agreement? 1Malaysia does not constitute 1religion but 1 race means compromising on several issues. Something that was old and has never been an issue, why ask now?&lt;br /&gt;6. IF say, IF it just so happens that the word/term Allah S.W.T can be used in other religions, it's our fault for taking it for granted...so work harder to instill the meaning of the word more perfectly in the hearts of the kids, youth and elderly so they know how to distinguish via the differences&amp;nbsp;in the religion in more depth.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stop all this and get a grip... if you're prolonging this to get political advantage, then damn you all and stop playing with religion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT: Let the Malays have their way, you don't really need the term do you? Why ask for bloodshed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah means "The God" but it doesn't truly signify what Muslims&amp;nbsp;believe that he is.&amp;nbsp;In Surah al-Hashr (verse 22-24);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Allah is He, other than Whom there is no other god.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows all things, both secret and open.&lt;br /&gt;He, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah is He, other than Whom there is no other god.&lt;br /&gt;The Sovereign, the Holy One, the Source of Peace, the Guardian of Faith,&lt;br /&gt;the Preserver of Safety, the Exalted in Might, the Irresistible, the justly Proud.&lt;br /&gt;Glory to Allah! High is He above the partners they attribute to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Allah, the Creator, the Originator, the Fashioner.&lt;br /&gt;To Him belong the Most Beautiful Names.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is in the heavens and on earth declare His Praises and Glory.&lt;br /&gt;And He is Exalted in Might, the Wise."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Masha'Allah &lt;/em&gt;(God willed it)... that we now have a greater sense of the meaning behind the term. Allah is ONE and ONLY, but there are 99 Names that represents Him (Asma ul' Husna) so why not we adopt the new culture of remembering all 99? &lt;em&gt;Insya'Allah &lt;/em&gt;(God's will) I can. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;For those who are able, Allah S.W.T will graciously puts His best interest in you. If you want it, teach it to the people rather than claiming it without a just reason. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sure I'm scared that in the long run, people will be confused but I'm even more scared if a Muslim comes to me and asks me, "So wait, what does Allah exactly mean in Islam?".... I can only pray that will never happen but just don't take the right to maintain the word Allah lightly. Spread it, teach it, praise it, build it and live the word in your hearts as a Muslim. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;and Allah teaches us patience not revenge, no war in Islamic history started if Allah didn't willed it. Remember the battle of Uhud, we didn't win because we got cocky...now aren't you pushing your luck here? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Teach virtue, Spread love, Live the faith &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/1481188005187620760-2689285394057800765?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2689285394057800765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2689285394057800765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2689285394057800765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2689285394057800765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/allah-swt.html' title='Allah S.W.T'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-918122521883607904</id><published>2010-01-07T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:09:10.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP5: Bugis @ Amirah's Grill and some shisha place</title><content type='html'>And so we went out to meet the old Uni clan; Gee, Wen, Far and Rose...those who have graduated before me. Had so much fun, laughter is surely the best medicine with these girls and sharing of each others working experience from the most veteran (Gee) to the latest entry (Rose) to the &lt;em&gt;belum lagi &lt;/em&gt;(Ezi). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, good times are good times&amp;nbsp;and here's some pictures, please don't hesitate to comment; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xn6u3N5fI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9XMr62GxqKA/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xn6u3N5fI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9XMr62GxqKA/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XoM1m4usI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5j0drwns5Gw/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XoM1m4usI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5j0drwns5Gw/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XoXDvax8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/tVPJBc8tW6U/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XoXDvax8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/tVPJBc8tW6U/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XobhFNIPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_-5h92-PjLI/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XobhFNIPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_-5h92-PjLI/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The best picture of the night...coincidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XofqVzynI/AAAAAAAAAV8/u_OwDB1rwk4/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XofqVzynI/AAAAAAAAAV8/u_OwDB1rwk4/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XpIC-5tlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JS1rqtdb7j8/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XpIC-5tlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JS1rqtdb7j8/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xpz-z_JfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lymijr-U_KI/s1600-h/DSC_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xpz-z_JfI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Lymijr-U_KI/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xp3dX99EI/AAAAAAAAAWU/guaPoHNpPck/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xp3dX99EI/AAAAAAAAAWU/guaPoHNpPck/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xp7Kp5mzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/86Sve4KISIA/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xp7Kp5mzI/AAAAAAAAAWc/86Sve4KISIA/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xp-wbaSAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/guw2Ro4DwzQ/s1600-h/DSC_0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xp-wbaSAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/guw2Ro4DwzQ/s320/DSC_0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XqCMu7gaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ekjo5fPmDB8/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XqCMu7gaI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ekjo5fPmDB8/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XqOG-YExI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w_CAoeBAj00/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0XqOG-YExI/AAAAAAAAAW0/w_CAoeBAj00/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xqbtt0J1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OPm8BYAmxvg/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xqbtt0J1I/AAAAAAAAAW8/OPm8BYAmxvg/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Amaciam Ilham??? cantek tak? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xqf4UpebI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YWhMKfxkO2o/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xqf4UpebI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YWhMKfxkO2o/s320/DSC_0195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-918122521883607904?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/918122521883607904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=918122521883607904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/918122521883607904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/918122521883607904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/pp5-bugis-amirahs-grill-and-some-shisha.html' title='PP5: Bugis @ Amirah&apos;s Grill and some shisha place'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Xn6u3N5fI/AAAAAAAAAVc/9XMr62GxqKA/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-8978881954025207146</id><published>2010-01-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T07:21:30.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP4: Admiralty Station</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My camera's been hiding all this while I'm here so I've decided to bring it out for a stroll near Admiralty Station where I'm currently "in hiding". Here's a few shots (all of the pictures were taken using NIKON D3000 with 18-200mm lens):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NT_6UayDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/00ek47kzxhY/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NT_6UayDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/00ek47kzxhY/s200/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Admiralty Place (the town mall) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Exposure: 20sec @ f/13 @ ISO100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUNXKB65I/AAAAAAAAAU8/cBk7xHjvhPg/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUNXKB65I/AAAAAAAAAU8/cBk7xHjvhPg/s200/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exposure: 6 sec @ f/13 @ ISO640&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUaVwZJCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1aH75MMKLcM/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUaVwZJCI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1aH75MMKLcM/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SMRT train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exposure: 20 sec @ f/10 @ ISO100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUQ5M8QNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jwojf3jqbRI/s1600-h/DSC_0026e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUQ5M8QNI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Jwojf3jqbRI/s200/DSC_0026e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bangla on the phone facing train XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exposure: 25sec @ f/13 @ ISO100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUV94XDmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pIQLfZzVJnc/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NUV94XDmI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pIQLfZzVJnc/s200/DSC_0025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bangla on the phone facing GHOST train o.O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Exposure: 25sec @ f/13 @ ISO100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Funny thing happened while taking shots though, I was too engrossed taking pictures I didn't realise the MRT officer was walking towards me and when I saw him, there was no where to run (unless I want to appear suspicious...hurmmm). This was how the conversation went;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;MRT guy: Hello, what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ME: *thinking what a ridiculous question* I'm just practicing my photography skills, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;MRT guy: *chuckles (WTH?!?)* oohh, anyway can you please stop it? some passengers complained and we don't allow pictures taken from certain sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;ME: uuhh...okayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the thing, I wasn't even near the station! (look at picture to believe)...can't believe I got shoo-ed away for taking LANDSCAPE pictures... what? the people think I'm taking pictures of them??? not worth my time sehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P/S: taking pictures at night is harddd... I'm still new the the White Balance setting, so pardon the pictures a bit ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/1481188005187620760-8978881954025207146?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8978881954025207146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8978881954025207146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8978881954025207146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8978881954025207146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/pp4-admiralty-station.html' title='PP4: Admiralty Station'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0NT_6UayDI/AAAAAAAAAU0/00ek47kzxhY/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-1043097713996723533</id><published>2010-01-03T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:05:38.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSDN</title><content type='html'>It's been 1 month now, staying in Singapore alone. No family to go back to and no old primary/high school friends to see. I'm just glad that Ezi didn't forget me =P and her friends are more than helpful. Now that she's here, hopefully we get to go mosque-hunting again (hopefully) and more badminton with more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still keep myself updated back home and as of recent, I have an MSDN account (shared with Ilham)! It's an account for us, Microsoft users so that we can download any softwares by them for free. We're like beta-testers for them. sort of. Woo hoo! no more buying fake softwares, no more stars popping up on the sidebar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from that, I have plans on opening my own blogsite (no more .blogspot.com). We'll see. This blog website won't last for long anymore. and I'm learning on some new art which will be revealed only after a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let January begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1043097713996723533?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1043097713996723533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1043097713996723533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1043097713996723533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1043097713996723533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/msdn.html' title='MSDN'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-3055509091153400492</id><published>2010-01-03T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:31:18.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil story: Tudung</title><content type='html'>All you all know (if you've read the previous post), I've been unofficially appointed as a reserve &lt;em&gt;muazzin/bilal &lt;/em&gt;(the person who azan) of Holland Village Mosque in Singapore (Ilham jangan ketawa). =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people who know me now may think that it's not unnatural since its me. Because I have been quite the perfectionist these days regarding religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask my old friends and they'll tell you that I'm only beginning to be a better person than I was as compared to the last time. So before we continue, to all my muslim friends let us start with &lt;em&gt;taawuz, Bismillah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;al-Kafirun. &lt;/em&gt;To you who don't know, those recitals are meant to enable us to keep an open mind, unbiased, receptive and most importantly calm and collected when faced with "funny" stories (out of norm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was young-er, I've always been the good boy, teacher's pet but also one who's been proud of his commitment to his religion. I've chosen to be different than most Malay boys but I stuck to maintaining what's good. It made me who I was up to 2007. That is someone who knows just enough to practice and remain a muslim because I believed that's all I needed to know. Now in '07, "I want to be a better muslim", I thought to myself "but where do I start?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2008 I met the Singaporeans and particularly Ezi. You see we Malaysians have always been proud of our status as "Muslims by tradition or birth", which most of us never noticed including myself. I realised that Singaporeans are "Muslims by choice" and that is admirable (it's different than Muslim by name...that's common everywhere). I used to tell them that I WON'T DATE A &lt;em&gt;TUDUNG &lt;/em&gt;GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 Ezi and I embarked on our private journey, we learn a lot from each other, shared opinions and I realised something. I don't know a lot about Islam, a lot in general but nothing in depth. This may be embarrassing but she taught me a lot, reminded me of what my parents taught me when I was a child and most of all gave me the drive of wanting to be a better muslim for myself. We went for &lt;em&gt;tahlil&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;nuzul-Quran&lt;/em&gt;, and best of all, &lt;em&gt;Tarawikh &lt;/em&gt;sessions during &lt;em&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/em&gt; period. I've always been commited to &lt;em&gt;Ramadhan&lt;/em&gt; but she made it better, being able to go with someone, with friends (we were able to bring more people to join us and of course Ilham and Nadia). We reached a point where we learn a lot from each other about Islam, and when neither any one of us could provide an answer we would seek for it. It was fun, she made it fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mosque or tahlil, of course you will have to don the&lt;em&gt; tudung&lt;/em&gt; and when she did, I couldn't believe that I said all those things back a year ago. I'll give you a peek;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422442666175815522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Bi4CRU32I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PalFKZ6q9Rc/s320/CIMG1501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Bi4endPGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/xPK-PjsFIDI/s1600-h/CIMG0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ain't she beautiful? =]&lt;br /&gt;Now, a few days back I spoke to one of my relatives and about not being ready to don one at the age of 20. But she's slowly getting the hang of it and she's liking it. It's just that she's not ready to fully wear it. I'm happy to hear that not because she's not yet wearing it, but because she wants to. It's the same with Ezi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezi lead me to the starting line, I'll make sure that I never reach the finish line. Because I don't want to be prideful of what I know, I want to maintain that I don't know enough so I'm always motivated to learn. As for you, Ezi, I can wait. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is a new year, life is going to be different, my posts will also be different. You'll see how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3055509091153400492?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3055509091153400492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3055509091153400492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3055509091153400492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3055509091153400492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2010/01/lil-story-tudung.html' title='A lil story: Tudung'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/S0Bi4CRU32I/AAAAAAAAAUg/PalFKZ6q9Rc/s72-c/CIMG1501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-6235263583176869052</id><published>2009-12-31T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:30:59.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu 2009, Selamat Datang 2010</title><content type='html'>As per the topic stated above...We are now moving into the next 365.25 days in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means we're Getting OLDER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it also means that we are given more time to reflect and improve on ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that my 2009 started with Ezi and we celebrated the end together. It's literally from KL to Singapore...hahaha. I'm thankful that 2009 has been an eventful year eventhough that we had to go through a lot of rough patches but there were more wonderful moments together and with friends. My only consolation is that we went through things together, embraced it together and solved it together. We held on to one simple principle and that has led us to 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I trust You"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If all else fail, we depend on each other's words of encouragement, advise and criticism to grow and improve because her words to me do not lie and I did not wish to shower her with empty talks and promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Events of 2009: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421607173615725298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1q_98TKvI/AAAAAAAAASY/DeLq5zEVaCA/s320/CIMG0697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From 1st January 09: New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421607582212821458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1rXwFcEdI/AAAAAAAAASg/EYAtswFJ1pM/s320/CIMG0806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To February 09: PGLM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421608491748500962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1sMsXpJeI/AAAAAAAAASw/1VxNl4u8O5U/s320/100_8315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To March 09: Naz's Sisters wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421608064603265746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1rz1ISGtI/AAAAAAAAASo/WGo-j9i_d4Q/s320/CIMG1068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To April 09: Elephant Sanctuary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421608755964075954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1scEpi37I/AAAAAAAAAS4/EpOwesfOW2E/s320/CIMG1178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To end of April/start of May 09: Cultural Night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421608971262946802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1somsy7fI/AAAAAAAAATA/RlL0Eft3CBM/s320/100_8561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To June 09: As simple as a night outing in KL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421617207489990546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz10IBCWD5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/UkqsgjeCZ0w/s320/100_8896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421609452954040338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1tEpI5uBI/AAAAAAAAATI/kPftf8q2QG8/s320/100_8636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To July 09: The BIG Visit to Singapore and meeting up awesome YJ clan people The visits to Science Museum and Islamic Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421618676598245650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz11dh5DCRI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aM4iP2kNKCg/s320/CIMG1344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421612691324293986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1wBJAiU2I/AAAAAAAAATw/Wg9mwHm7dME/s320/DSC08876.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To August 09: The cycling in Bukit Cerakah and Camerons trip with friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421610962879938178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1uciDSfoI/AAAAAAAAATg/Zi2xt2Uwceg/s320/CIMG1479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To September 09: The Ramadhan Terawih at mosqueS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421612050228789490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1vb0vdQPI/AAAAAAAAATo/EjFNkyaecqA/s320/DSC00301.JPG" /&gt;To October 09: The funny Raya Outings at Waterfall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421613155078598226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1wcIoLblI/AAAAAAAAAUA/7-n5iv3jBMs/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421613149788036802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1wb06z3sI/AAAAAAAAAT4/CZ5BvHZYKcE/s320/kltower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To November 09: The BIG purchase and The Great 1st Anniversary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1wkhBA6PI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r4XaCftzmU4/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421613299064170738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1wkhBA6PI/AAAAAAAAAUI/r4XaCftzmU4/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And 31st December 09: My unofficial appointment as the reserve &lt;em&gt;Muazzin &lt;/em&gt;of Holland Mosque (only during zohor on weekdays except friday) and the relaxing makan-makan in Singapore with Sufiyan and Maria after some good badminton game to celebrate New Year's Eve (sorry you're not in the picture...=])&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And Now 2010 BEGINS! I'm looking forward to upcoming events and fun and games. It's a whole different ball game now. I'm a graduate and work is around the corner (more indicator of dah tua). I'm looking at 2010 as a beginning to what I want to achieve in 2012 and progress so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'll start with Hello 1st January 2010, Hello Ezie, luv. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6235263583176869052?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6235263583176869052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6235263583176869052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6235263583176869052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6235263583176869052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/adieu-2009-selamat-datang-2010.html' title='Adieu 2009, Selamat Datang 2010'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sz1q_98TKvI/AAAAAAAAASY/DeLq5zEVaCA/s72-c/CIMG0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-250938183414816278</id><published>2009-12-26T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:43:34.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>I was reading the Malaysian Men's Health December magazine and there are tons of articles that points to one thing about couples and their needs and behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sarimah Ibrahim's pointers to nail a woman, she said that she'd expect men to reply the efforts that she's put into him almost equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;" I'm not into the that whole 'as long as he makes me laugh idea, I write songs, poems and sends flowers to people I love and you'll need to do the same&lt;br /&gt;to sweep me off my feet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and another article on "Is she really just a friend" talks about external people (gender benders) in life whom we call bestfriends that may or may not wreck havoc in ones relationship. And what's written can be summarised in one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Is all about &lt;strong&gt;mutual respect&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;honesty &lt;/strong&gt;between couples"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mutual respect means to listen, to understand and to act accordingly so you won't fall into the friends for life trap. It's true, it makes no sense if you're happier with your friend(s) than your partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The more energy goes into the new friendship, it's drained from your primary relationship, leaving it bland, empty and neutral" says Potter-Efron"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I intepret things is easy, it's not wrong to have gender-benders as friends. In fact I have mine, Andrea Cheong. I can't wait to introduce her to my Ezie later in March or earlier if she comes to pay Singapore a visit. =] However, please don't use them as an excuse when your partner's away or when you think she's no responsibility to you since you're "just friends". Moreover, never make your partner feels like he/she is being treated equal or less than how you've been treating your friend(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend(s) can be your relationship saviour, but if you don't protect your relationship's interest they will be your reason to end one. It's all about priority here, unless you're intentionally doing it to end one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all fairness in this post, for the latter partner...please think before you burst. Unless you don't have an essay of things to say. Don't scream and shout. You're not helping things or yourself. Love your partner more than you love your life but Family always comes first ya. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-250938183414816278?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/250938183414816278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=250938183414816278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/250938183414816278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/250938183414816278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-7304991787584862661</id><published>2009-12-20T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:30:26.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>Today was one unexpected day. Went for breakfast with dad and bought bus tickets for tomorrow. Later I met Ilham for another round of talks, brief but worthwhile. =] Got back home and sent mom off to KL Sentral as she was going to Kuantan for another talk. Talk about Barrack Obama's wife, I've got one right here. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thennn, I went to meet May Li since she messaged me earlier in the morning. It's good to catch up at a new place, Ampang. Got a looottt of stories to tell you Ezi... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed back and sent dad to Pudu since he's going back to JB today and lastly I went to watch AVATAR with my siblings. UBER COOLLL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be Monday, and Tuesday means work. But I can't wait for Tuesday! I've missed you so much already... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sy5eRlOF0pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WT-4_I0zYxA/s1600-h/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417371057915286162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sy5eRlOF0pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WT-4_I0zYxA/s320/DSC_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some fun time during final exam studies; KLCC at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7304991787584862661?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7304991787584862661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7304991787584862661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7304991787584862661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7304991787584862661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/2.html' title='2'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sy5eRlOF0pI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WT-4_I0zYxA/s72-c/DSC_0224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-1482861310027034060</id><published>2009-12-19T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:31:26.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>I'm in KLLLLL... although nobody's around except my dad and my eldest sis and me it's still good to be home. The rest are coming back tomorrow. Can't wait to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing some shopping for new clothes and food as well. Other than that, I'm just enjoying home. Met Ilham and spent some quality time with my best friend. I'm so glad to be home some how. He showed me some funny clip that I just have to show Ezi when she's back. ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got myself a new toyyyyy! eheh, I'll show it after I've taken a picture of it. Till then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sy0NmH8sIgI/AAAAAAAAASI/dzhZwfX_qhI/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417000875416363522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sy0NmH8sIgI/AAAAAAAAASI/dzhZwfX_qhI/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sem 2 2009, The first big purchase, D3000 =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1482861310027034060?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1482861310027034060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1482861310027034060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1482861310027034060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1482861310027034060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/Sy0NmH8sIgI/AAAAAAAAASI/dzhZwfX_qhI/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-8813996680419801220</id><published>2009-12-18T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:29:36.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Today happens to be another eventful day. Came to work early and did my job till around 10am and there was a monthly presentation to highlight on current agendas of Vestas Singapore. From 12 onwards was the Christmas party and there were games and group activities together until around 4 before the live conference with the current president of Vestas Group, Mr. Finn all the way from Denmark. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;Apart from the games, they practice the culture of exchanging presents with some random people within the company. I got myself a GEAR SHIFT RADIO ALARM CLOCK! How cool is that?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyudVEkCDEI/AAAAAAAAARw/gQ8zsC2aRtk/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyudVEkCDEI/AAAAAAAAARw/gQ8zsC2aRtk/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416595962170838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The shift gear radio alarm clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyudVQo7KII/AAAAAAAAAR4/VEPYwxtOC_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyudVQo7KII/AAAAAAAAAR4/VEPYwxtOC_Y/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416595965412583554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;pretty neat eh? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;I have also asked for an off day on Monday, I’m going back KL tomorrowww! =] =] =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Syufk_rpSwI/AAAAAAAAASA/5OWUIV8QnHE/s1600-h/100_9044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Syufk_rpSwI/AAAAAAAAASA/5OWUIV8QnHE/s320/100_9044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416598434761755394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Goofy moments in Sem 2 2009, with my friends (background)&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/1481188005187620760-8813996680419801220?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8813996680419801220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8813996680419801220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8813996680419801220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8813996680419801220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/4.html' title='4'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyudVEkCDEI/AAAAAAAAARw/gQ8zsC2aRtk/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-154383261951662375</id><published>2009-12-17T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T06:51:07.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>A lot of things has been happening in this world but the life of one young man has been nothing more than the regular routine except this morning it was raining, and he woke up at 8am. I reached at 10am! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better still, we went for lunch (the finance department and business development department) at The Square restaurant, Novotel Hotel. =] My supervisor was amused looking at me gawking over the place that he had to ask me to stop getting amazed with the place. hahaha. Anyway, since it's not halal I ended up eating sushi and tackled the chocolate fountain. Somehow sushi made me full a tad bit too fast to there wasn't much to lose anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://nyc.images.agoda.com/hotels/10608/OTHERS/OTHERS_10608.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Square restaurant, Novotel Hotel, Clarke Quay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a meeting with the tecnical staff from UK I think (judging from how he talks) via Microsoft Live Meeting. It was uber awesome man, sharing files and information across the globe via the net and a telephone. Since my supervisor is going to be away for 2 weeks, I'll be doing those kinda stuffs with him later. Can't wait! =] =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the company's christmas party! yeay! no work! (well an hour or two is hardly any work) and I'll be going back to KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SypEESnfluI/AAAAAAAAARo/pgCTwQLH2JE/s1600-h/CIMG1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416216342374094562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SypEESnfluI/AAAAAAAAARo/pgCTwQLH2JE/s320/CIMG1009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem 1, 2009: First "intentional" matching outfits at Naz's sister's wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-154383261951662375?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/154383261951662375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=154383261951662375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/154383261951662375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/154383261951662375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SypEESnfluI/AAAAAAAAARo/pgCTwQLH2JE/s72-c/CIMG1009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-4704669737421236360</id><published>2009-12-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T09:02:08.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6</title><content type='html'>Another great day in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and went to work later than usual but who cares! As long as you achieve your goal for the day. =] Did work and played half the time but progress is still evident mind you and by the end of the day is the usual progress meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was praised for my performance from the beginning of the week to date and my supervisor also mentioned that he's hoping that I could progress if I keep up the pace. There is a lot of motivation from this company, the people and even te environment in itself. He promised me something if I were to continuously impress him and the rest and I do hope I'll get the reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Woodlands library to return a magazine Ezi borrowed for me and there someone was trying to ask me to donate 1 dollar each day using VISA or Mastercard... (-.-"') and since I was feeling particularly happy, I treated myself to BurgerKing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Eagle Eye finally and it's kinda scary. What if right now, you're being monitored??? crappp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SykRzdISiVI/AAAAAAAAARg/mRZNyvwYpvc/s1600-h/CIMG1073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415879602580130130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SykRzdISiVI/AAAAAAAAARg/mRZNyvwYpvc/s320/CIMG1073.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofy moments in Sem 1 2009, Elephant Sanctuary (not for us...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4704669737421236360?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4704669737421236360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4704669737421236360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4704669737421236360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4704669737421236360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/6.html' title='6'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SykRzdISiVI/AAAAAAAAARg/mRZNyvwYpvc/s72-c/CIMG1073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-5805661999118634259</id><published>2009-12-15T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T06:56:21.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day, in fact it has been a great day! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into the office, and was working my presentation slides for the upcoming meeting with the technical staffs. And after lunch I was given the task of completing company portfolios for 2 companies which came as a surprise. The challenge of course was to complete it by 6pm. Which I did and was praised for the quality of my presentation. =] =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I met up with Wen at the MRT and we headed off to meet Far at bugis and had an awesome dinner at Kampong Glam Cafe. Rose came sightly later and thanks Wen for the dinner treat. =] The meet up was great, we caught up exchanging stories and inside scoops of each others life. Feels like good old times, no worries, no agendas, only fun and entertainment. =] =] =] Hands down to Far and Rose for old jokes. Twins for life man the two of them. ahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure, I'm slowly learning to live alone in a much less pathetic way (lol) and loving my current job. Thanks to Abang Zaki (met him 2 days earlier), Far, Wen and Rose for the free consultations. Ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day down, looking forward to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyejG6bhf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/FbS10YyIZ0Y/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415476416095551394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyejG6bhf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/FbS10YyIZ0Y/s320/Picture+017.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofy moments during exams in sem 2 2008, priceless studying moments together. Best I ever had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5805661999118634259?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5805661999118634259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5805661999118634259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5805661999118634259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5805661999118634259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyejG6bhf6I/AAAAAAAAARY/FbS10YyIZ0Y/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-5437869159292779423</id><published>2009-12-14T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:16:44.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8</title><content type='html'>Today has been a rather relaxing day for me, woke up as late as 8am, took my time to go and get my Temporary Employment Pass (TEP) only to reach the office at 11am. Little did I know that there will be a training session today so I don't have a laptop to use and thus no work for me except for some slight reading. In fact I was let off by 5 pm. Pretty neat ehh. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZD2t1BUII/AAAAAAAAAQw/O3-GKvSdFdk/s1600-h/DSC_0002s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415090209253576834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZD2t1BUII/AAAAAAAAAQw/O3-GKvSdFdk/s320/DSC_0002s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZDm6LkCVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/S5BWm-EAkOs/s1600-h/DSC_0001+(2)s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415089937691445586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZDm6LkCVI/AAAAAAAAAQg/S5BWm-EAkOs/s320/DSC_0001+(2)s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My TEP card =] and that's proof enough that I'm officially 2/5 Singaporean... -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met Wen for lunch since she had no one to go for lunch with and we exchanged stories about work and daily activities and have finally gotten word from Far and Rose to meet up tomorrow after work. My worries has always been about not being able to occupy myself enough at night so I won't miss someone so much and home. This would be a great distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, something funny happened yesterday. I went to buy a pair of pants, paid for it and walked off without taking it from the cashier. They had to shout so that I would hear and turn around and they were giggling while passing me the item I've just bought. I must have been so distracted to have not notice it soon. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I went to watch New Moon with my cousins at City Square yesterday as well. I kinda like the whole CGI thing, who cares about the plot right? hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZIfvzLI-I/AAAAAAAAARI/ptSeUwaotLE/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415095312203850722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZIfvzLI-I/AAAAAAAAARI/ptSeUwaotLE/s320/Picture+006.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Goofy moments 2: Sem 2 2008, And still nothing happened then except for pure friendship &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5437869159292779423?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5437869159292779423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5437869159292779423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5437869159292779423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5437869159292779423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/8.html' title='8'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZD2t1BUII/AAAAAAAAAQw/O3-GKvSdFdk/s72-c/DSC_0002s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-841564645221369762</id><published>2009-12-13T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T08:14:17.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 (II)</title><content type='html'>As I linger in this foreign land for much longer, I've realised that I have been one ungrateful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Malaysia, I have the luxury of 2 things that I took for granted. My family and practicing Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has always been my best supporters especially my mom and dad in ways I cannot describe. Now having only the cellphone and internet as my only source of instant communication, I miss my fellow siblings and my parents.  =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mosques are everywhere in Malaysia, prayer rooms in each building built in Malaysia land is a law as the religion 'Islam' is countrys' formal religion. We have the luxury to delay our prayers because the places to pray are everywhere. We take it so lightly that we forget if we had prayed sometimes. I haven't but it was a possibility back there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I found it now rather than finding it when it's too late. This kind of feeling is humbling but it's a refreshing thought. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-841564645221369762?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/841564645221369762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=841564645221369762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/841564645221369762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/841564645221369762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/9-ii.html' title='9 (II)'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2564636238625351092</id><published>2009-12-13T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:23:27.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The number signifies the amount of days where I will be stoned for most of the time during the day before it reaches 0. Ezi's gone for a family holiday to tame the sphinx (via snapping pictures maybe...lol) and calling or texting will be futile. How unfortunate. =[ so I'm posting up 1 post each day from today for 9 days to talk about my day so she wouldn't miss out when she comes back and of course by chance if she ever logs into my blog during her stay (doubt it) she'll be able to get updated.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I've never been the emo person much, sensitive yes but insensitive towards speech ettiquetes is a yes too. However, this petite girl of mine here had made me so. Amazingly I think she took up my traits and so you don't see much of me or my name appearing in her blog posts. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going passive and insensitive will make her upset so I'll maintain. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying the post won't be about her but about me and I remember that I've promised to post on my first night with a fellow friend and that friend is Shahabuddin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at a nearby McD's (where he and ezi claims that it was their meeting spot) to catch up. I was very grateful that he could spare some time for me eventhough he was having a flu/fever that night. We spoke of my family and me and we moved on to a very interesting topic of '&lt;em&gt;jodoh&lt;/em&gt;' (trans: match).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that although ezi is my first girlfriend, she has been a favourite in all of my present and future decisions in life. And speaking of future, the dude was hinting at me about future responsibilities and planning should start from now. Funny how this past few weeks (last week and this week) I keep bumping into strangers, friends and relatives who seemed to have an affinity to talk about marriages and soulmates with me. I don't know how's it related to me right now but I'm just amazed how it can comeabout from so many different people (especially strangers who boarded the same bus from Singapore to Johor with me and ended up talking to me about this) all within the same length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;em&gt;jodoh &lt;/em&gt;(I shall refer as partner from now on) is a word strongly related to works of fate. In Islam, partners are predestined before birth although not everyone will be "reunited". Hence, the question comes to light of whether should we just wait for the right one? but then how would we know if we never tried? Confusing isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my understanding, what we can do is to socialise while maintaining our self integrity. To get to know one another without splurging to much information as if they are our family members nor fabricating information to fit into the others' world. So it's between friends and dating really until you are very sure that the other feels the same way and you work your way into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people wants a good man/woman to be their life partners and it's very hard to judge exactly who fits the bill with one another. But one thing's for sure is through the understanding on &lt;em&gt;Surah An-Nur: verse 26 &lt;/em&gt;which talks of the personality of both partners will essential be the same. That is to say, a good man with a good woman and vice versa. I am not one to happily admit if I am good or bad but I am free to judge another. Ezi by my standards is a very nice, kind, warm-hearted and caring person and it has been my honour to have been able to walk by her side to this day. I am sure those of you who knows her would agree. It is up to me now to improve myself spiritually and mentally to ensure that I will still be by her side in the future, &lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/em&gt;. Ezi in all aspects will never change and if she does, it has always been for the betterment of her loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we all do with our respective or prospective partners, &lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZKCJUJDWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/J1NVtJL-6dc/s1600-h/n212901290_30875329_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415097002680192354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZKCJUJDWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/J1NVtJL-6dc/s320/n212901290_30875329_2018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goofy times in sem 1 2008, when no one knew what lies ahead =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2564636238625351092?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2564636238625351092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2564636238625351092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2564636238625351092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2564636238625351092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/9.html' title='9'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyZKCJUJDWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/J1NVtJL-6dc/s72-c/n212901290_30875329_2018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-1525721328628258114</id><published>2009-12-11T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:49:16.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week</title><content type='html'>It's the first week over! Finally...now is the time to rest and sleep. in JB =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a looong week and I'm surprised that my work for now is still quite fun ALTHOUGH... it's not as easy as I would expect an internship program would be. Nonetheless, less complains more work so I can graduate in time with my other friends. Here's some fun facts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The company has a flexible timing policy, as long as you keep to 8 hours a day you may come at whatever time. Although I'm expected to be by 8.30, I always come at 9am. haahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On fridays, we are allowed to wear long pants (jeans, slack, etc...) and any top as long as it's mild (no vulgar words, death, metal patterns, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The company provides a range of drinks (coffee,tea, cappucino, milk, juice) and snacks (mentos and biscuits) and sometimes (like today) we get cakes! and it's a free for all. =] =] =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The people there are very nice and VERY hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My supervisor hinted and a few more employees that I know hinted that getting a job wouldn't be hard. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've gotten my work permit approved! That means I'm 1/5 portion of a Singaporean now. Haha. I'm gonna have to get it this coming Monday so till then, no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I've made a bank account under POSB and that just made me 2/5th a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyI9JFU_upI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9tk38OZzFns/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413956928311114386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyI9JFU_upI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9tk38OZzFns/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyI9IyzEg7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/XvQHBw3xDaI/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413956923336983474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyI9IyzEg7I/AAAAAAAAAQA/XvQHBw3xDaI/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here's some not so fun fact about being here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Most importantly, someone special to me is not here right now. Although the brief meet was a big pleasant moment still nothing is enough when it's about you. So I'll faithfully wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. AM I AN INTERN?! As far as I know, interns don't get to handle company projects on their own albeit the fact that I have a supervisor to see-through the matter as we progress. What's with all the powerpoint presentations and teleconferencing and what not then? urghhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I've never been in Singapore and do nothing except going to 2 places everyday, home (room more like) and workplace. And by the time I get back, my feet hurts so much that I became lazy to walk out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm sleep deprived and friends deprived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I'm photography deprived! Nooooooo... I wanna make use of this time to take pictures but I end work late. =[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my family and my friends in Malaysia. So come visit me k?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met up with Ezi's close friend Shah the other day, that's another post coming up. hahahahhaha. farnee man the fella. But hey if you're reading this, thanks for the meet up. It's good to have friends nearby. =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1525721328628258114?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1525721328628258114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1525721328628258114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1525721328628258114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1525721328628258114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-week.html' title='1st week'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SyI9JFU_upI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9tk38OZzFns/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-6092959456432704456</id><published>2009-12-07T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T05:50:08.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore</title><content type='html'>I've been here for approximately 3 out of 5 days now in Singapore and today was my 1st day at work. I must say that it was quite a place to be in. Everybody is so bold and happy and my first task was to complete an online tutorial for the next 2 days before I get my big break on a proper assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My working time is tentatively from 8.30 to 6 pm but somehow I'm allowed to come at 9 -9.30am which is good so I don't have to worry about rushing to work and whatsoever not. However, the low-side is that I won't be able to get my pay this December since I don't have a GIRO account.  Aihhh, no money = no food and entertainment till January ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I didn't even realise that time flies so fast that I actually stayed till 6.20pm doing that online tutorial. I hope that I won't feel bored or restless with the job. Thankfully, I've made a pact with Wen to go back together since she works near and we finish our jobs at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Ezi so much though, I wish she was here with me right now. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next update; toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6092959456432704456?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6092959456432704456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6092959456432704456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6092959456432704456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6092959456432704456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/12/singapore.html' title='Singapore'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4607906874080011954</id><published>2009-11-30T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T05:03:50.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Romps 2: Big Brother</title><content type='html'>Hello! food romps in Malaysia before I research on Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I was in the mood to research on new places to eat and so I brought my trusty, always hungry-but-never-eat-alot co-pilot and drove around "The Strand" damansara to look for food and we found THE BIG BROTHER WESTERN AND GRILL RESTAURANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to try out the new found restaurant together with a few more friend (though) not all could make then but still more people which means more variety of food! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409879243246917346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAgkt91uI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7BeMguGFZ-E/s320/DSC_0382.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The people (in the pic: Me, Ezi, Maman, Zareth, Aqilah, Nana and Shasha, not in: Rita)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhxGvO-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0ncY-RF9jF0/s1600/DSC_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409879263751912418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhxGvO-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/0ncY-RF9jF0/s320/DSC_0398.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zareth's Food: Fish Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhoyq0_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7RU74IIxIxI/s1600/DSC_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409879261520253938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhoyq0_I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7RU74IIxIxI/s320/DSC_0392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqilah's Food: Fried Chicken Chop (I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhfNk-SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Zbh-Ih1mqPY/s1600/DSC_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409879258948761890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhfNk-SI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Zbh-Ih1mqPY/s320/DSC_0376.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ezie's Food: Grilled Chicken with Black Pepper Sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhHd6UkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g9OICeO8kH0/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409879252574818882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAhHd6UkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/g9OICeO8kH0/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mine: Big Brother Burger Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please don't be fooled by the picture, the portion is larger than what any of us would expect and an unexpectedly affordable price too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So if you're already drooling here are the details;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Big Brother Western &amp;amp; Grill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Location: The Strand Damansara (From the Curve, instead of turning right at the traffic light into Royal Bintang, &lt;a href="mailto:e@Curve"&gt;e@Curve&lt;/a&gt;, go down the tunnel and head straight until you've reached pass Giant on your right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Price: between RM12 - 40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;More info: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.foodpoi.com/2009/03/restoran-big-brother-big-brother-restaurant-grill-western-cuisine-catering/1/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4607906874080011954?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4607906874080011954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4607906874080011954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4607906874080011954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4607906874080011954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-romps-2-big-brother.html' title='Food Romps 2: Big Brother'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SxPAgkt91uI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7BeMguGFZ-E/s72-c/DSC_0382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-4866495386474306112</id><published>2009-11-30T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T04:13:24.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP3: New Year Aims</title><content type='html'>I've done some reading on the feasibility of using the D3000 as my main dslr camera and I think it's about time to look for a new body. Why you ask me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done the calculations on keeping the body and stocking on lenses for the next few years, it's just not feasible. I can't be using AF lenses without motors as the D3000 doesn't have a built-in steady shot in it's body. The price between purchasing an AF-S lens to an AF lens is nearly triple the amount!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's a few things I'm looking into;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the new D400 is said to be coming out somewhere in June next year, I'm thinking of saving up for that. Maybeee but for now I'm looking into a new mid-range body which I can afford using my current account, a D90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photokina-show.com/news_images/00548_d90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 466px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.photokina-show.com/news_images/00548_d90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pricier than my current D3000 of course but I'd say it will be worth the purchase. It was my fault for thinking that I needed the entry level camera as a start because little did I know, playing with Ilham's camera for the past year prepared me enough to move on to something only slightly more complex like the D90. Or even maybe it's because mine is restricted to only AF-S lenses which are placed on the "luxury" range of lenses hence the exorbitant prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact actually I've read a few reviews on my current dslr stating that it's a bad purchase considering that it cannot even beat the old D40 in terms of performance of sharpness and contrast. D90 on the other hand has been getting more than just good reviews, even the kit lens provided seemed to be on of the best kit lenses around (but of course my AF-S 18-200mm beats any lenses of the same aperture range hands down =])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next or perhaps first would be an SB600 flashlight. People have been telling me that to go pro, I'll have to understand the usage of flash in more depth and that's what I'm planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yorkcameras.co.uk/Nikon/Nikon_Cameras/SLR/Accessories/sb600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.yorkcameras.co.uk/Nikon/Nikon_Cameras/SLR/Accessories/sb600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly with all these newbies for the upcoming year (not counting the lenses I'm planning on purchasing..tee hee), I'll need a new bag and I'm thinking of either the lowepro slingshot 200aw or the Vanguard uprise 34&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.odsoptics.com/UP-34.jpg23a477a69aa019345dd4c05544c86431.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.odsoptics.com/UP-34.jpg23a477a69aa019345dd4c05544c86431.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0170361.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/60514_2_df1e169266_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 448px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://c0170361.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/60514_2_df1e169266_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LET'S START SAVING AND SPENDING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4866495386474306112?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4866495386474306112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4866495386474306112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4866495386474306112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4866495386474306112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/pp3-new-year-aims.html' title='PP3: New Year Aims'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-6968664136087525467</id><published>2009-11-27T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T03:44:13.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new leaf</title><content type='html'>Everybody in my family now knows that I'm going off to embark on a new journey working.overseas (or rather across the bridge...lol). Regardless there have been a few conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants me to stay with my uncle (which I don't mind) but my dad and brothers feel that I should just throw myself in the middle of the ocean and see if I survive (so much for caring siblings huh?). I.am.clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm in the process of looking for a place to stay.on.my.own.in.singapore.&lt;em&gt; Alamak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be exciting to see where I'll end up. =] Take things on the positive side. I'm thinking somewhere around the north area, anyone wants to take me in? lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only worry is of course money. I don't want my parents money.anymore. So I guess I'll have to live with whatever money I have left and will gain. I would like to prove to myself that I am able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll have to restart on my online business. What am I gonna sell/do this time? This is going to be a longgg journey. Bright side, bright side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6968664136087525467?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6968664136087525467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6968664136087525467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6968664136087525467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6968664136087525467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-leaf.html' title='A new leaf'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-6196720021903101118</id><published>2009-11-27T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:51:43.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VESTAS</title><content type='html'>I've just got back from Singapore earlier this morning. Guess why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE...I'VE GOT A JOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course it's only internship since I haven't completed mine yet but it's a positive start now isn't it? and it's in SINGAPORE! how lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this company that I've been so lucky to seal a deal with is an Denmark company dealing with renewable energy particularly in wind energy solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to apply for a job with them earlier this year was turned down initially seeing that I'm only a future fresh graduate and they were looking for Master's degree holders. I almost gave up before the manager insisted that I tried applying for an internship program with them and from there on I managed to speak to a few of the managers including the hiring director only to know that they do not have any technical positions to offer. Again when I thought I was headed the wrong way trying so hard for this particular company (since I'm pro-energy field), one of the managers emailed me a few days after rejecting my application asking if I'm interested to do an internship with them in the business development division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm responsible to do a technology research of other companies and study their pros and cons and conclude if the companies are worth dealing with. So it's a technical background work. phewww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although they originally wanted me to work for only 2-days a week, I've managed to haggle my way around to secure a full-time internship employment with higher pay! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would consider this oppurtunity as one lucky strike as everything was unpredictable from the start. Now it's all about performing and hopefully securing a job in the same company should the experience and working life proves challenging. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you god for aswering my prayers. =] Now, if only they would give me an accomodation allowance...hurmmm XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: it's not like I didn't try applying for Malaysian companies, I did with a ratio of 4:1 but all of them don't want me... since Singapore does, let's do our best and learn as much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smartpower.org/blog/wp-content/photos/vestas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 444px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.smartpower.org/blog/wp-content/photos/vestas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6196720021903101118?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6196720021903101118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6196720021903101118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6196720021903101118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6196720021903101118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/vestas.html' title='VESTAS'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1246365380907125843</id><published>2009-11-20T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:58:03.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Romps: Food for Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ehem, here comes FR post no.1! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a busy week last week with my final finals to deal with but now I'm done! While I was busy studying, Ezi had already finished her papers and to motivate me while I study she prepared me homecooked food! =]=]=]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name of the dish: Super cheesy Spaghetti Carbonara with Love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Location: Rock Cafe Sunway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Price: Not for sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406116764167885714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZijd6C05I/AAAAAAAAAOY/qrEAbK2YSHg/s320/DSC_0078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ezie's Special: Spaghetti Carbonara&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406116759155782162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZijLPEMhI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/8PelK2MncEk/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZnH1pqBHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Th_5rnEBrRU/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406121787063403634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZnH1pqBHI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Th_5rnEBrRU/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Ingridients: Chicken and...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZijyXX7MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UqMk5Jmu9d8/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406116769659612354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZijyXX7MI/AAAAAAAAAOg/UqMk5Jmu9d8/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The verdict: Yummy cheese spaghetti for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, last days of Ezi in Sunway, Malaysia for the 2009 period and she made sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Name of dish: Egg, Beef and Chicken Sandwich&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Location: In the car and Starbucks, Putrajaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Price: Again not for sale. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406120581919222898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZmBsI5LHI/AAAAAAAAAO4/4ELnXyhC0D0/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406120574190087714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZmBPWH7iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ubP4w4ZYEXQ/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the chef =] =] =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZmBzcxnxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xbxaX8eJlx0/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406120583881662226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZmBzcxnxI/AAAAAAAAAPA/xbxaX8eJlx0/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you =] Luv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: This is why you need a dslr or a prosumer, pictures says a thousand words =]. Although I don't recommend D3000 to those who has money to buy a D90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1246365380907125843?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1246365380907125843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1246365380907125843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1246365380907125843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1246365380907125843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/food-romps-food-for-love.html' title='Food Romps: Food for Love'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZijd6C05I/AAAAAAAAAOY/qrEAbK2YSHg/s72-c/DSC_0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-1570431315426676135</id><published>2009-11-19T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:49:04.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PP2: Nikkor 18-200mm VR II 1st ed lens!</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen! introducing the "new" beast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405886835692243922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwWRb3lli9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-LlyhAHS6cg/s320/DSC05778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D3000 and 18-200mm lens! Woot! (photo courtesy of beloved =])&lt;/p&gt;I got myself the Nikkor 18-200mm 1st edition VR II lens from this guy (Kurt) who sold it of to me at bargain price and upon inspection, it looked brand new! yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406101496489593074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUqxX4SPI/AAAAAAAAANo/VR3AqJMj4Xk/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The 18-200mm lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406101492628182834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUqi_P1zI/AAAAAAAAANg/1wNOwE2qg8A/s320/DSC_0239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, I tested it extensively and it proved to be useful for most upclose shots and distant photography! What more the out-of-focus a.k.a bokeh shots are amazing! No wonder it's one of the most sought after lens produced by Nikon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the benefits of having a super telephoto lens is that you don't have to change your lenses all the time. And at places where there are lots of sand or dust, it gets dangerous to change lenses cause the environment might damage the inner part of the lens. So having this range is convenient. So to people who travel a lot, I recommend attaining at least one of these babies; either 18-105mm, 24-120mm or 18-200mm...an 18-135mm Nikkor lenses is fine too but reviews state that it underperforms and the quality is slightly lower than the rest of the Nikkor lenses stated above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos taken using the new lens =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUqde-4lI/AAAAAAAAANY/E-pCCs7zYHc/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406101491150676562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUqde-4lI/AAAAAAAAANY/E-pCCs7zYHc/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Portrait: My beloved and bestfriend's beloved =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUqOFqz4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CwI7mDsWp8M/s1600/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406101487017971586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUqOFqz4I/AAAAAAAAANQ/CwI7mDsWp8M/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wide-angle: KLCC at night!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUpicuN_I/AAAAAAAAANI/jQG4sbXJ7ho/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406101475303503858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwZUpicuN_I/AAAAAAAAANI/jQG4sbXJ7ho/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective shot: Bestfriend, Ilham "flying"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1570431315426676135?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1570431315426676135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1570431315426676135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1570431315426676135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1570431315426676135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/pp2-nikkor-18-200mm-vr-ii-1st-ed-lens.html' title='PP2: Nikkor 18-200mm VR II 1st ed lens!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SwWRb3lli9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/-LlyhAHS6cg/s72-c/DSC05778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-4800252075730821316</id><published>2009-11-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:33:04.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8/11/08 - 8/11/09</title><content type='html'>Enough with specific rantings, here's something more general to people that I would like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th November 2008 - 8th November 2009. 1 YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who don't know what I'm talking about, it's my 1 year Anniversary together with&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ezila Farhana Kamari&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's exams period, we only went for hi-tea at Restoran Sri Angkasa, KL Towers. If time and money? permits, we'll do better after exams =] =] =]. Well to be honest, this is my first time celebrating such an event and I'm quite excited and nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut things short, the food was ok, the place is nice, the feel was romantic, the height wasn't the problem (haha), the COMPANION, lovely. Ezi is my firsts to a lot of things (sorry honey, steal your line...haha) and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My first official girlfriend...no I'm not sad and pathetic before this (was I?), I'm just plain boring and no one really looks at me like she does... =]. Am thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My first partner to go romps with me searching for new food cafes or restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My first Singaporean who managed to change my perception of Singaporeans in altogether (well... we got together now didn't we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Scarily enough, the first person who keeps wearing the same colored clothings as I do for a week and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and latest;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My first visit to the KL Towers restaurant date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My first anniversary partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My first similar gifts partner (eheh heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would to take the opportunity to give a web-speech. *cough*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ezi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been another wonderful year spent with you and a great year spent "together". From the start of day 1 to the 365.25 days (sorry anal...did you know that each year has 365.25 days? and thus we have leap year every four years), you have been very kind to share your time with me and your thoughts and much welcomed opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit the fact that humans are imperfect in nature, that we do not live without sins and study for exams without losing our concentration (hence...me blogging), you seemed to me as one who appears most natural and true to me with every eye-stare, corner-eye-stare, expression, action and word. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been great before you came around, better when you came into my life. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come with problems and you accepted me out of free will and I give you problems and you still accepted me free willed...wait for it...or not (hahahhaha...had to do it). I know you know that I cannot promise anything except to try my best in everything to ensure that you're happy, and in return I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only wish for things to go smoothly, that like the magic of timing that we both experienced to happen again and always. You are my greatest gift from god and I intend to be selfish and keep you. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From I notice you - to knowing you - to being interested in you - to fighting with you - to thinking that you're annoying - to going back on neutral terms with you - to acting passive with you - to denying my feelings for you - to liking you - to confessing to you - to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; you - and now I can only say nothing less than the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let's move forward. Together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Svb7gg0cadI/AAAAAAAAAMI/VtplMBSFHK0/s1600-h/DSC_0124blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvcAhCD2dtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VWfE1fisn1M/s1600-h/DSC_0081blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401786845542905554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvcAhCD2dtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VWfE1fisn1M/s320/DSC_0081blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Aqel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: Food reviews will be posted after exams...must.start.studying&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4800252075730821316?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4800252075730821316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4800252075730821316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4800252075730821316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4800252075730821316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/81108-81109.html' title='8/11/08 - 8/11/09'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvcAhCD2dtI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/VWfE1fisn1M/s72-c/DSC_0081blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-3549796089950201559</id><published>2009-11-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:12:05.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menghalalkan apa yang haram</title><content type='html'>I realise that there are 3 things that I love talking about (1 being the latest addition). Life as it is, Food and the latest would be photography. And life as it is normally speaks of current worldly issues from a religious perspective. Thus, my blog will be separated into these 3 sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently hooked on to Hafiz As'ari's song; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MINAH TUDUNG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(If you wanna hear it, go here:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.imeem.com/mystique/music/-d06IQik/hafiz-asari-minah-tudung/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This song talks of the latest issue regarding &lt;em&gt;tudung &lt;/em&gt;girls and their behaviour. In conclusion, he's saying that &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; girls these days should have the right mindset when they decide to don the tudung. So anyway, what pushed me to write on this issue was my latest conversation with my dad. My parents and my brother just got back from Bandung, Indonesia at 9.40pm tonight and I was asked to fetch my dad to Pudu bus station. Note to others,I was hooked on to this song for awhile even before this conversation came about because it was catchy...(hehehe). And my family is made of people who are not hesitant to comment on anything provided that we have facts to support ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the story goes; 2 engineers (1 to be and the latter been there, done that, retiring) sitting in the car talking bout my future and somehow we were led to talk about my dad's students. The story of this particular student of his is amusing, she jumps from one company to another to excel (something I won't bother much in the future...hopefully) in her life career and she's a &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; girl. My dad was saying that I could choose to do it like her or choose to be loyal to company and move when necessary or choose to be an academician (farfetched idea...still possible though). However my dad mentioned that she stops talking to my dad after this incident; my dad got to know that she entered a beauty pageant and she stripped the tudung off just for that sake and of course my dad being himself was furious and he told her off saying&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; "Awak ni menghalalkan apa yang haram ni kenapa?"&lt;/span&gt; (Trans: Why are you acknowledging things that you know is wrong?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awestruck. I understand while others might think that we are judgemental and we are not trying to understand the reason behind their actions and most importantly they are not even directly related to us, bear in mind that I am talking about this issue as a muslim and each muslim is a brother/sister to another. So to non-muslims reading this post, you can choose to learn something about Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islam is not a forceful religion as the meaning of the word implies that you submit to Allah S.W.T willingly. Islam is simple and it encourages people to think, of what is right or wrong. By donning the &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; (hijjab), you are giving us the impression that you are taking a step forward to serving Allah S.W.T, that you know what is right (&lt;em&gt;Surah An-Nur&lt;/em&gt;; verse 31). Knowing this fact, here are my comments on these so-called &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt; girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no turnabouts that allows you to strip it off when convenient (hence, my dad's student), you're only ruining the reputation of other fellow muslimahs who dons the hijjab with pure intentions. Nawaitu (Niyyat/Niat) will be your main source of sin if you don't follow it (should your intentions remain true) or if you do follow it (e.g. to show that you're good when you're OBVIOUSLY not). That's why people normally say that it's better not to wear than to wear if your intentions are warped. And for every time people talk of your "tudung lap-lup" venture, that's one sin jotted down in their books and in yours since you commited it and let it be known to others and they for gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, those not wearing should make it clear that they are not ready and they intend to don the hijjab as soon as they are, &lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah &lt;/em&gt;(again all about Nawaitu). And keep in mind that although you will sooner or later, hasten it for that intention itself will be rewarded, &lt;em&gt;InsyaAllah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;em&gt;Surah Al-Munafiquun&lt;/em&gt;, the last thing you want to be is a hypocrite condemned by the god you chose to believe in. I am not one who haven't sinned nor do I stop commiting but I am trying to reduce it, god help me I will be a better muslimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion comes before you, Mind was given to you. Think. &lt;em&gt;Masya'Allah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: All the good and true comes from Allah S.W.T and the improper and wrong sprouts from me. &lt;em&gt;Jazak'Allah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3549796089950201559?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3549796089950201559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3549796089950201559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3549796089950201559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3549796089950201559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/menghalalkan-apa-yang-haram.html' title='Menghalalkan apa yang haram'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-60020206089520329</id><published>2009-11-07T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:36:57.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project photography 1</title><content type='html'>Project photograhy (PP) is a new subsection that I will post up on a random note to inform you on either my latest photos or purchase or in every sense of the word "project".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first PP is to get this much sought after lens, Nikkor 18-200mm f3.5-5.6 VR II!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.nikonusa.com/Assets/Camera-Lenses/2192-AF-S-DX-NIKKOR-18-200mm-f-3.5-5.6G-ED-VR-II/Views/353_2192_AF-S-DX-NIKKOR-18-200mm-f-3.5-5.6G-ED-VR-II_front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've read so many reviews on this particular lens and EVERYONE says that it's a dream lens. Well for the telephoto category. WHY you ask;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm new in this field and for every non-professional aspiring photographer, I need a mix of both wide angle lens and a superzoom lens. 18-200mm fits the bill just nice and not only that, it's incorporated with the VR (Vibration Reduction) technology that helps with my shaky hands to get excellent pictures. On top of that, VR helps a lot when you're trying to take pictures at 200mm focal length as even the slightest movement can distort your picture and it'll go blur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, every great lens has an exorbitant price as proof of quality (bahh!!) and that is the current setback. I've vowed that photography is one hobby/passion that I will not go asking my parents to buy me stuffs (great son or what? hahahahaha). The price for this baby is currently at RM2700.&lt;/p&gt;Thus, 3rd party lens manufacturers are my avenue to attain this 18-200mm lenses and one of the best replacement is the Sigma 18-200mm DC OS and the Sigma 18-250mm DC OS HSM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.testfreaks.com/images/products/600x400/204/sigma-18-200mm-f3-5-6-3-dc-os-hsm.3602892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigma 18-200mm DC OS; priced at RM1700&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/3198094055_bb71a384dd_o.jpg" /&gt; Sigma 18-250mm DC OS HSM; priced at RM2450&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;These 2 lenses are said to be very good. In fact the 18-250mm DC OS HSM won best 3rd party lens award for the telephoto category. Not only that it has an extended 50mm focal length reach than the 18-200mm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;However, me and my perfectionist self refuses to bow down to my state of poverty in pursuit of greater sharpness and quality equipments and thus I proceeded to read reviews and comments on the comparison between these two other beauties against the Nikkor lens and although a lot of people commented that it's a good buy and at certain lengths they are slightly sharper than the Nikkor, again EVERYONE says that the Nikkor 18-200mm VR II is the best buy hands down. And I don't wanna be a CHEAPO! (hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooo, I may not be one to ask my parents but would ANYBODY like to treat me to this beauty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-60020206089520329?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/60020206089520329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=60020206089520329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/60020206089520329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/60020206089520329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/project-photography-1.html' title='Project photography 1'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5258323477564885963</id><published>2009-11-05T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T03:17:04.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been fiddling and playing around with my new toy but I realise that I have never formally introduce it to everyone. I have to thank Ezi for doing the honours of announcing it early to the rest but I believe that not all would know if they either don't have access to her post or me verbally informing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet THE BEAST (or that's what I've just thought of calling), D3000!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400818456790772818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPxY1jLFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RWYTgtJffjE/s320/DSC04851.JPG" /&gt;THE BEAST &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this toy here on the 4th of October 2009 for a price of ... (haha). As you can see, it comes with 1 year warranty (duhhh) and a free nikon bag. I bought the lens filter as well to protect it from dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anywayyy... the D3000 is an entry-level camera for those who often find themselves in conscious state of "no money" but are interested in pursuing a dreamy hobby called photography.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are other options like the Sony Alpha series which is significantly cheaper but my fingers just can't get a tight comfortable grip when taking photos unlike the beast here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOXhthvv7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/v2eVWOEYBvA/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400826983559970738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOXhthvv7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/v2eVWOEYBvA/s320/DSC04824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The full set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400818472045302818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPyRqg1CI/AAAAAAAAALg/iMrROmBb-6w/s320/DSC04834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the AF-S 18-55mm f3.5-5.6 VR lens kit that I bought together with the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPy0dw3nI/AAAAAAAAALw/kq3heY6n4hg/s1600-h/DSC04835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400818481387069042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPy0dw3nI/AAAAAAAAALw/kq3heY6n4hg/s320/DSC04835.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The body of the D3000 beauty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPyheMRvI/AAAAAAAAALo/YRkrrXp6VvE/s1600-h/DSC04836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400818476288591602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPyheMRvI/AAAAAAAAALo/YRkrrXp6VvE/s320/DSC04836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both of them together makes the perfect set! =] (for now) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also partly why I chose to buy the entry-level is to keep the excited me continuously excited for when I will possibly move to either an entry-mid range DSLR or a mid range-full dslr and lastly a FULL FRAME!!! Apart from that, the goal is to reach a level where I'll be satisfied with my photo taking skills (I don't have steady hands yet unlike Ezi) and the fun of collecting lenses (at exorbitant prices...aihhh). Imma gonna start with the lenses first before delving deeper into the flashlight etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I am currently eyeing on the Nikkor 18-200mm f3.5-5.6 VR lens that enables me to reach a maximum focal length of 300mm to get a better zoom picture for future uses. It's a combination of a wide angle and telephoto beauty and will definitely make the perfect combination even more perfect (hehe). I dun mind a 2nd hand since it doesn't depreciate much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anybody has it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S: All of the above pictures were taken using my mom's old 7.2 MP Sony DSC T-1O. I'll treat you with one of my favourite subject of photography taken using the D3000 (BEAST).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOdbF6mMBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QW5702Ep5Is/s1600-h/DSC_0058ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400833466917335058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOdbF6mMBI/AAAAAAAAAMA/QW5702Ep5Is/s320/DSC_0058ccc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5258323477564885963?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5258323477564885963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5258323477564885963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5258323477564885963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5258323477564885963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/11/beast.html' title='The Beast'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SvOPxY1jLFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RWYTgtJffjE/s72-c/DSC04851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-7409734304447967589</id><published>2009-10-27T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:56:28.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've said too much. Thanks to Sara for talking me out and of course Ezie for making me "understand".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, It is truly saddening that one must reach the point of collapse to get others to know their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyobody is stressed right now, but why should we bottle everything inside and keep it for "gossip" time. Why not let it out the person themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly sorry if the previous post caught whoever's reading by suprise.&lt;br /&gt;Let's restart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me if you think you have a problem with me. Don't tell someone and hope it will reach me or tell someone who knows me and hope it won't reach me. I may not care for most times but it gets to me when I'm not in the right mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Ng and Sara, and I also miss my bestfriends, Ilham (though he's around...lol) and Andrea (my phone-talk buddy...lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this opportunity to OpEnlY say that I miss Ezi who's studying for her paper this friday =] and I pray that everything will turn out fine and accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now.....CRUNCH TIME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7409734304447967589?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7409734304447967589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7409734304447967589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7409734304447967589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7409734304447967589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/10/bla-bla.html' title='bla bla'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1571008763073226379</id><published>2009-10-26T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:03:27.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>I'm not a nice person, I'm just patient...BUT... don't try to test it..please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I'm not the only one stressing up but seriously, who likes to be? I don't understand why is it that it is just so easy to pass the burden on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU give me grief and then you let it be, if anything goes wrong or doesn't according to what you want you want to lash at me... and when I do get angry and you know about it, you either talk back nonsense or you tone down, let me be till I calm down or avoid me altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So explain to me, what is the meaning of constructive confrontation? or diplomatic discussions? I'm all for that cause I'm not one for violence. You don't want me violent. Yet you runaway cowardly and wait for the right moment so you can act all high and mighty again. BULLSHYT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jason Ng and Sara. They will tell me to the face, just how I like it and it helps. No need for secrecy. I miss my friend Ilham, no holding back...isn't that just a wonderful policy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with the gossips? with the cursing behind others back? with jugding looks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME, THEN TALK TO ME...SCARED???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bitter man right now, things aren't going right and no I don't see any pillar of support. Nobody's helping me boost my confidence, only expectations. When not met, ignore, get angry when you don't even do nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say that I do not have to apologise to anyone right now BECAUSE I DON'T TALK IN THE SHADOWS. If you think I do, tell me why and when and I won't be embarrassed to admit my mistake and apologise, if it helps. WOULD YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you would, with ZERO sincerity. Call me sceptical, pessimistic but you made me this way now. If you really mean it, repetition is not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My patience is running thin, help me so that it'll help you. Stop making me eat me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not try and make me happy instead of making me angry? let's try that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1571008763073226379?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1571008763073226379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1571008763073226379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1571008763073226379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1571008763073226379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/10/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-3470204248303842842</id><published>2009-10-15T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:37:07.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aihh...life</title><content type='html'>Life hasn't been so good lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports due and final final exams coming up, I feel like throwing myself in another world to escape off this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things would turn out better, more compassion and more chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things could turn out another way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiiihhh... so stressed and worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3470204248303842842?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3470204248303842842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3470204248303842842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3470204248303842842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3470204248303842842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/10/aihhlife.html' title='Aihh...life'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-8762819277642841649</id><published>2009-09-27T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:32:42.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In counting...1, 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a terrifyingly long post (see below)...i'd like to balance it with a  short sweet post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and by sweet i mean this girl!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386323179817774610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SsAQZOJ9rhI/AAAAAAAAALI/ycJKbRGStic/s320/100_8866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In 2 days, this someone special to me is coming back. Yup yup, she is! and she's gonna bring back her sweet voice, sweet face, sweet smile and sweet self together with some extra sweet rants, sweet complains and hopefully some actually sweets. THAT'S WHY SHE'S SO LOVABLE =] =] =]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Miss you so much, so come back quick!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-8762819277642841649?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8762819277642841649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8762819277642841649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8762819277642841649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8762819277642841649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-counting1-2.html' title='In counting...1, 2'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SsAQZOJ9rhI/AAAAAAAAALI/ycJKbRGStic/s72-c/100_8866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-7922182155526443384</id><published>2009-09-27T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:46:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it amazing?</title><content type='html'>Is it not amazing that muslims in Malaysia are no longer hiding their wrongdoings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of Ramadhan has been overshadowed by the numerous amount of '&lt;em&gt;khalwat&lt;/em&gt;' cases (and by that i mean those caught in a compromising position...recall 70 year old man and 6o year old woman...*shudders*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of latest activity would be Arthur's Day where you no longer need to spy on of those many Malays in bars and clubs celebrating this wretched day and instead leave it to facebook albums as those 'HOs' are proud to present tagged pictures of them posing with cups of Guinness beers. What has happen to the spirit of Eid? the quality time with family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no pious man or borderline extremist but I am confused how these people can get away so easily. It was a well publicised event with the support of Ministry of Tourism. Black Eyed Peas had a concert to celebrate this event and what more, a Malay minister says that "it's up to the individuals to go to a concernt knowing that alcoholic beverages will be present". Wasn't there a big HOO HA about some model getting caned for drinking in public just recently? what a bunch of HYPOCRITES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wonder what is becoming of this country's future with these kind of people. I'd rather have an intellectual chinese or other race leader if that's what it takes to bring Malaysia up. At the very least it eases my mind knowing that even if this comes up again, at least the officials are not muslims. It'll be like Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is what 1Malaysia is all about, i suggest scrapping off Malay rights so that they would know where they stand and they will realise how low most of them are when placed together in the community. They'll be the Indonesians in their own country (no more 1Malaysia then...haha). Maybe just then they will stop and reevaluate where their money goes to...ALCOHOL and CIGARRETTES or their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally do not dig on condemning other people, race or culture but pertaining to contaminating the religion directly, I cannot take it. Everyone (muslims specifically) have their own vices, it's just how you hide it to avoid more discrimination. Know the rules before committing a crime, if you think it's worth taking the action, do it discretely, dun publicise it you ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7922182155526443384?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7922182155526443384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7922182155526443384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7922182155526443384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7922182155526443384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/isnt-it-amazing.html' title='Isn&apos;t it amazing?'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-7333455118791348122</id><published>2009-09-23T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T06:01:28.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to business</title><content type='html'>Hola! It's Eid and that means running like a mad dog during the day is permitted cuz you can DRINK in the DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, SELAMAT HARI RAYA to all muslims who actually do fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to shed some of those fats you've gain during Ramadhan Mubarak and 1st &amp;amp; 2nd day of Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play sports! Let's run our hearts out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, it's also business for me to do my wretched FYP which keeps failing on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Majulah Sukan untuk Negara~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7333455118791348122?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7333455118791348122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7333455118791348122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7333455118791348122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7333455118791348122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-business.html' title='Back to business'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-6584902176027698539</id><published>2009-09-23T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T05:56:47.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>Don't think that when you're not doing anything you're saving people from getting hurt. You're only saving yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume things and let it go, tell them what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be attentive, if you think that you're not doing enough even for one second, do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and listen when people talk, you'll save yourself from saying the wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't always try to defend yourself, it's not about winning and it's fine to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few things to ponder upon when you're in a relationship. If you think you're being cool and on top just because you want to be yourself just like when you're single or you let your partner decide the flow of the relationship because you can't pay much attention to him/her, you're risking losing that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It recently happened to someone dear to me and it's nobodys' fault. It's because a few of those 5 things mentioned weren't well applied. Pay more attention to your partner, they always come first after family not friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Majulah Sukan untuk Negara ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6584902176027698539?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6584902176027698539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6584902176027698539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6584902176027698539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6584902176027698539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-811960378759726301</id><published>2009-09-17T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:24:49.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory of Choo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Choo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anything, coming to Monash University and getting to know you along the way is a blessing. You have always been the clown of the class, the person who bring each and every one of us together and most importantly, the person who don't judge another and who treats everyone as a friend. University life was never dull when you're around. I don't hang out with you much but when I do, there will always be laughter and comical jokes around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been very significant in our lives, the heart of Monash Engineering batch of 2009/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask the seniors and they will know who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask the juniors and they will know who you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask the badminton members and they will talk of who is Choo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What more of us, your coursemate, your first few friends who studied/struggled through the years together with you, who some has been sitting beside you in class, who hangs around and eat together with you, who teases you and who praises you for being who you truly are. Your brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You left us too early my friend. The event that shouldn't happen and now we're faced with the challenge of accepting a great loss. Of losing you when we should still be making jokes, skipping classes and having arm strength competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a chapter that should have never been written, let alone materialise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382670958184460130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SrMWt8Vlb2I/AAAAAAAAALA/7dzpVcTOMW4/s320/n576255935_1224118_3056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will remember you in our hearts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SrMWtXTsWWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SV20KxELAHU/s1600-h/7525_130262160935_576255935_2986140_7692351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382670948244412770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SrMWtXTsWWI/AAAAAAAAAK4/SV20KxELAHU/s320/7525_130262160935_576255935_2986140_7692351_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our batchmate, our brother, our FRIEND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rest in Peace Choo Jian Yi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-811960378759726301?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/811960378759726301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=811960378759726301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/811960378759726301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/811960378759726301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-memory-of-choo.html' title='In memory of Choo'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SrMWt8Vlb2I/AAAAAAAAALA/7dzpVcTOMW4/s72-c/n576255935_1224118_3056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-6491788147653382391</id><published>2009-09-05T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:55:17.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a flash</title><content type='html'>This post is meant for the current freak event in Seksyen 23 Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;Yes you know what i mean, the protest carrying a dead cow's head alogn together with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I would like to apologize to all my Hindu friends for the stupid act done by the so-called Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE THAT WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my friend said is true, they should read the religion before acting that way. Islam has never taught any of us on the art of protesting but the freedom of speech and living your own PEACEFUL life. Violence and vulgarity was never part of the teaching yet people seem to take it like as if it's a part of the religion. NO IT IS NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get us Muslims wrong on this one. Blaspheme is deemed a crime in Islam, we were never encouraged to practice the use of vulgar words to anyone what more insults to other religion. And the hideous act taken by those people protesting stepping on the cow's head!?? Every living being is god's creation and we are his greatest hence the need for us to protect that rightful place of ours by not sinking lower than  an animal! AND NO HUMAN IS ABOVE ONE ANOTHER IN THE EYE OF GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shheeshh man, the Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) never took any actions against the Catholics  or the Jews unless it is necessary. In fact, Islamic history writes that he even prayed in a church before only not to Prophet Isa A.S but to God Himself. That alone is enough to say that we (Muslims) do not condemn other religions and we ask only for our religion to be respected as much as we respect the others. THAT WAS WHAT MALAYSIA WAS BUILT UPON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the grief of my fellow Muslims if a temple were to be relocated to a place where MAYBE it shouldn't have been. But rightfully, only diplomatic arguments and voices of concerned are allowed. That's how (as according to my friend) CIVILIZED humans settle things. And from there, negotiation and lastly compromisation between two partys. I blame America and its war against Iraq and the international media for broadcasting it live 6 years ago for they instigated violance against religion(s) more than anything else.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we get that all clear so let's be more civilized. Grab a coffee and let's have a chat. Let's walk to the administration building again and in the name of Islam and as the concerned residents of Seksyen 23, FILE A REPORT! what can violence or vulgarity do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blarghh! so angry! stupid people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6491788147653382391?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6491788147653382391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6491788147653382391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6491788147653382391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6491788147653382391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-flash.html' title='In a flash'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-848184234355326793</id><published>2009-08-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:27:17.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of what was nothing before, is something now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I have a lot of work to do but I can’t help it. The blog’s not been updated in a while so i feel it’s only fair for me change the first topic on screen. =P Today I shall talk about my lovely girlfriend Ezila. (am just gonna shut myself up in a room after this for a month...lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so it’s been roughly 20 months since I was first introduced to Ezi. I knew her even before that though, ever since she entered Monash and I was in my 2nd sem. There was this girl (her) who has a peculiar routine of always walking across the bridge, up the stairs to the financial counter floor and sits at the left most corner or the middle of the long table. It was funny cause what she did was none of my business yet it caught my attention and I am still able to remember it till now. By then I was already interested to get to know her and I remember well how my friend refused to introduce me to her then (sheesshh...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we shifted to the new campus, it wasn’t regular but I would say that most meet happened when she’s around the &lt;em&gt;surau&lt;/em&gt; (muslim prayers room) standing alone by the stairs staring at the screen of her handphone (lol). If not, I’ll catch a glimpse of her walking to the cafeteria or anywhere in uni looking straight but idle. I thought she was just going to be another passerby in my life, to entertain me while I’m in uni but much to mine and her amazement, we became friends. Not good friends though...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 6 months of my 3rd year I was introduced to a whole new clique through her and boy are they energetic and weird and nonsensical yet fun to be with. =] It din help that I made good friends for myself in the engineering section whom were all a bunch of nutcase, crazee people with ‘no’ attitude. My seniors, Jason Ng, Saravanan and TPK added to my years of fun in uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following 6 months was the turning point of my life journey in several ways. Ezi and I became close friends but we increasingly had depressing arguments which could potentially wreck the whole friendship bond altogether. We were annoyed at each other and we keep making each other angry. I was prepared then to lose everything that was built but she didn’t think it was a good idea and for that I am grateful now. She suggested for us to keep our anger in and be patient at the same time treating each other nicely during Ramadhan (exactly a year ago) and FINALLY we found ourselves comfortable with each other if only we keep our mouth shut...lol. Up until then, I din realise where this was headed or how I felt about her or rather I was occupied then so I never really did think much about what I do or say to her. It seems like everybody else thinks otherwise. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only realised my true feelings after raya. Soon afterwards, final exams was just around the corner hence everyone was forced to look for a corner spot to study uninterrupted so I decided to study out of school. I extended the invite to Ezi which she gleefully? accepted. I would say that it could potentially be my most happy moments if it went undisturbed. Well after a teary confession and loads of obstacles to break through, we finally found ourselves happily together. That in itself took 6 months to settle or perhaps longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, Ezila Farhana is my girlfriend! And there were days where i wake up in disbelief that someone whom I’ve constantly amused myself just by watching her (by accident of course...) for a whole 18 months and an extra 12 months of hanging out is now my girlfriend. I would attribute this to fate, and interest and effort. It’s amazing how it works out just fine now. I cannot imagine myself with her earlier or later. It was the perfect timing, the perfect setting and most importantly the perfect person...for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 242px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046392541645954" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SpgANz6wjII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hg0RlYuocxk/s320/CIMG0805s.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EZILA FARHANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046119232544290" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/Spf_95wyniI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7u2b3RM2MD4/s320/CIMG1370.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess where this place is...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If you’re reading this Ezi, I want you to know that I love you (there I’ve typed it out!) and given time, patience, honesty and god’s grace... I want to make you rightfully mine. =] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SpgCVEwcCQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eTMDgmLlLW0/s1600-h/CIMG1015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048716344101122" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SpgCVEwcCQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/eTMDgmLlLW0/s320/CIMG1015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;into this? LOL... XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-848184234355326793?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/848184234355326793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=848184234355326793&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/848184234355326793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/848184234355326793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-what-was-nothing-before-is-something.html' title='Of what was nothing before, is something now'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SpgANz6wjII/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hg0RlYuocxk/s72-c/CIMG0805s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-7891515954935502965</id><published>2009-08-27T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:43:22.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 love languages</title><content type='html'>So I went to this seminar talk, “5 Love Languages” together with Ezi today and this guy whom i will refer as EB (Energizer Bunny) conducted the talk. EB is a pretty decent fellow with a decent command of &lt;em&gt;engrish&lt;/em&gt; who seem to know much about this topic. He was one of the Focus on Family speakers who deals with the 'No Apologies' movement. Anyway, this Love language thing is not for only couples mind you, it’s just a workshop to teach and enlighten students and staff of Monash alike to learn more about the different types of love. The 5 “love languages” are; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Word Affirmation &lt;br /&gt;2. Quality Time&lt;br /&gt;3. Gifts&lt;br /&gt;4. Acts of Service and&lt;br /&gt;5. Physical Touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to answer a set of 30 questions and arrange the marks for each question, accumulate the total and see which of the above “language” we fall into. Guess what, Ezi and I fall into the Quality Time category. In short, we don’t need much to feel love each other... just each other (awww.....hahaha) and some much needed time together. However, as the talk progresses i realised that the love language is divided into 2, how you express and which are you most receptive of.  I express well through providing undivided attention but I am most approachable via acts of service. I am a sucker for those who cook for me willingly. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ezi...urm...hehehe, why don’t you ask her yourself? But of course given just some time together without worries and &lt;em&gt;Istana Idaman &lt;/em&gt;dramatic plots, we will appreciate it very much. Some &lt;strong&gt;QUALITY TIME&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7891515954935502965?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7891515954935502965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7891515954935502965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7891515954935502965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7891515954935502965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-love-languages.html' title='5 love languages'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4695786784643592026</id><published>2009-08-02T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:52:28.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ranting???</title><content type='html'>I lost track of this particular topic. Upon hearing some jaw-dropping news from my sister i just had to comment on this kind of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who thinks they are being mistreated by their parents. Normally it doesn’t happen with the first and the last child in the family. To the rest in the family, some if not most would feel it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause&lt;/strong&gt;: They feel this way because they think their parents love them less for whatever conceited reasons they might give you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effect&lt;/strong&gt;: They either start acting wildly just to get into trouble or they try to be the best at everything they do. Whatever it is, they just want the attention. At one point they tend to blame everything on their parents for not taking care of them properly. They emo much and tend to take everything to heart when they cannot get what they want. They feel rejected when they think people are not giving them enough attention. Lastly, they demand for the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this story has been for awhile now and it has never been good. From an early age until now it has been the same. If it’s not for attention i really don’t know what the big idea is. Spouting out nonsense just so people will hear you, i mean, GROW UP. Sure blame your parents for giving birth to you, for not treating you like what you think should be given to you. Sheesh man, there are more to life than to complain bout every little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem is this, most people normally do not realise that it’s all in the head. They usually blow everything that the parents do for their other siblings out of proportion and making them feel like as if they’ve been given less when for most times, is not true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if they do, SO WHAT!? Just live your life as it is for as long as they still provide you money and shelter. What is the point of retaliating? And tell it to other people? Where’s your pride? What is there to feel proud about talking bad about your own miserable pathetic life?  Your parents are not wrong unless others who have seen it and lived with you says so or if you have physical proof. It is just YOU, you selfish people. Only thinking about yourself.  What makes you think that people are going to constantly cater to your needs? Grow some balls and get a life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, you won’t be able to take care of your own children properly the next time. You know why? That’s because you’ll want more attention than they would probably need. Then what? You’re gonna compete against small kids? FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I’m not talking about others, just particularly aiming at one person. However, let’s say you think I’m doing some act of injustice here... lemme just tell you that I’m fifth in my family. Don’t you think my parents would’ve prolly gotten sick about raising another child by that time? I’M NOT COMPLAINING because I love my family, my parents especially and I have better things to do than to try and catch some attention from others. It’s just unhealthy people...seriously. And it’s never good to reveal so much about your family (especially parents) anyway, have you ever thought of how they would feel if you did? I dun think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4695786784643592026?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4695786784643592026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4695786784643592026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4695786784643592026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4695786784643592026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-ranting.html' title='Random ranting???'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5595246734422198552</id><published>2009-07-26T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:24:43.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umrah Tour 1: Madinah al-Munawarah</title><content type='html'>So I just got back from a 10 day trip to perform Umrah (a form of pilgrimage which is simpler than Hajj) and the first place I landed myself into was Madinah /Medina. It was the most relaxing trip i have ever been to. I was introduced to the delightful &lt;em&gt;moevenpick&lt;/em&gt; ice cream and it got me hooked on to it for the rest of my stay in makkah and medina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that i noticed was the part where shopping mall operates from 2pm to 2 am as compared to ours which starts at 10am and ends at 10pm. But who cares bout the shopping mall when the mission there was to pray for as much as you want and as you can. The 2nd holy mosque of the Islam religion is called Masjidin Nabawi or Prophet’s Mosque. The entire building are mostly covered in marble and the flooring were also marble and the engineering of the building itself is worth more than a million praises. There were tall, marble stone pillars that can open up and extend itself to form an inverted umbrella that takes roughly 2 minutes 30 seconds to do so (i counted XP).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The inside of the mosque was amazingly beautiful, a true architectural masterpiece. And what’s even more beautiful was the sight of people of different nations coming together to pray and only that. it was then when i fully understood the meaning of the word &lt;strong&gt;Islam&lt;/strong&gt;, to surrender yourself to god's grace and benevolence. The fact that we normally have political and worldly differences back in our homeland, this was never shown in the mosques in medina nor makkah. It was fun racing to the mosque for each prayer times, doing extras and roaming around the city at night looking for food and entertainment (in this context, meaning religious activities) and socialising with the rest of the group members.  While i was there i went to a few historical places where i was given the chance to see the graves of all those past warriors of Islam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a great experience for me as i was even able to set my eyes on the great Prophet Muhammad’s (PBUH) grave. I have also experienced funny incidents there that make me appreciate my stay in medina even more. I pray to return again as i wish to learn more that what i have learned during my brief stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5595246734422198552?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5595246734422198552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5595246734422198552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5595246734422198552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5595246734422198552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/07/umrah-tour-1-madinah-al-munawarah.html' title='Umrah Tour 1: Madinah al-Munawarah'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-194418465244378456</id><published>2009-07-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T02:16:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAY</title><content type='html'>yoo hoo, i'll be away for 10 days prior to my trip to Makkah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't be able to update nor read ur updates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll be able to come back in one piece to see all of you again. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy tat i have forcefully extended my holidays...hahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-194418465244378456?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/194418465244378456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=194418465244378456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/194418465244378456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/194418465244378456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/07/away.html' title='AWAY'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5724550701431944313</id><published>2009-07-06T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:23:41.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined Mood</title><content type='html'>Had a strenuous day, work hard to finish up fyp before next week and hopefully i'm all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it's not so nice when something just pops up and brings ur mood down. i hope i din get to know it until the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for better cuz i really need it and now all i can hope for is the best at what i can get at the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reallllllyyyyyyyy down at the mo. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yu zhen and alex for trying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5724550701431944313?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5724550701431944313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5724550701431944313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5724550701431944313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5724550701431944313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/07/ruined-mood.html' title='Ruined Mood'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4016946737313388423</id><published>2009-07-04T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T06:13:08.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Mood</title><content type='html'>So i was driving my sister’s new car to digital mall a few hours ago. i stopped by a Maybank so that my dad can do his finance stuff and while waiting, the car suddenly jerked forward and i saw this car behind me was ever so close... that can only mean one thing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing under my breath i got out of the car and started checking the rear while simultaneously looking at the driver. Thankfully, no scratches or dents but i was already in a bad mood and this adding to it didn’t make things better.  He got out and he asked me what’s up...  i was telling him nicely that he hit my car but obviously i had the disinterested tone. Then the bugger said this, “&lt;em&gt;saya park kereta punya cantik mana mungkin langgar, awak perasaan je kot&lt;/em&gt;”, translation; “my parking was perfect, you must just be imagining things”.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C’MON?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, my dad taught me that if the car moves forward and i can undoubtedly feel the impact then it means i’m dreaming, how about i reverse and hit ur car and tell u the same thing! Stupid jerk... he parallel parked using the forward parking method... chances are that you’re stupid and you’re wrong is high... i’m not saying you can’t but be smart man... and then i just looked at him and he walked away and of course being someone who thinks that he’s right he will look at me back, sure i’ll look away and shiver...NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally won’t say this but my dad has every right too since he’s a lecturer... in his words; “leave those brainless people, they prolly too poor (both physically and mentally) that they try to talk big... as long as the car’s fine we don’t have to sink that low” ... on normal days, i would stay neutral but since i’m in a bad mood, my dad just made me feel better. Sometimes people just can’t admit that they’re wrong, sometimes they get into trouble because they fail to recognise others feelings... it’s just sad and pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not nice to talk bad of people but He said “humans are never free of sins and mistakes”. All i can do i minimise it...so i don’t mind this once in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4016946737313388423?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4016946737313388423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4016946737313388423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4016946737313388423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4016946737313388423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-mood.html' title='Bad Mood'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-988056791875331868</id><published>2009-06-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:23:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random ranting 6</title><content type='html'>What to write? I have been asked to update by "mr.macha-macheda@sara"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, we have sat for controls examinations and it was alright. It didn’t totally sucked but it wasn’t all that easy as well. 2 more to go with gaps long enough to make me grow a beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i’m concerned about is for ezie whom has 4 papers in 4 days in a row. I’m amazed as to how she can cope with this torturous predicament. I hope everything will go well for her. Let’s all pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really bored and I’m worried bout financial stability during this upcoming holiday. SO MANY ACTIVITIES yet so limited money! I dun wanna spend much tho i can and i’m going makkah for umrah, jolly good!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other than that i’m going sg for a business trip for the future (LOL) and redang with some friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh, what to write... sara why don’t u update and write something...ciz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-988056791875331868?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/988056791875331868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=988056791875331868&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/988056791875331868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/988056791875331868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-ranting-6.html' title='random ranting 6'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-670394171528239842</id><published>2009-05-29T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:42:54.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life as of current</title><content type='html'>I’ve just gotten back my draft report or rather what i would like to inform pak pak of my progress and guess what? Got screwed! In a subtle way by saying “ you’re not technical”. Look i tried to do the report as much as how much i understood from the word ‘DRAFT’!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SiC4Tw-VE0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/z_3IpiSX3Mg/s1600-h/draft+meaning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SiC4Tw-VE0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/z_3IpiSX3Mg/s320/draft+meaning.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471807764763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tried not to! (though i think whoever that came up with the word must have been really angry at that time). By writing a report which includes nearly everything and with good explanation (or so i think) and he comes up with “you’re being too verbose”. My English isn’t the best and trust me i’m just a novice as compared to even my younger siblings. Ezie thinks i am half and half cuz she sometimes cannot understand what i say especially things pertaining to engineering (which is what i’m doing for this FYP!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, i finally understood what a COMPLETE report means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SiC4T5aainI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_VXd-9F5x54/s1600-h/complete+meaning.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 111px; height: 101px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SiC4T5aainI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/_VXd-9F5x54/s320/complete+meaning.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471810030045810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! The dude who invented the word even gave a mocking example of how we’re supposed to be doing our texts here (or thesis). So i guess now i just have to follow the word literally. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe that my 100th post will be on this but you know what, who cares! I'm busy and I have no time to be writing a long novel essay on my 100th post. neway... I'VE REACHED A 100!!! kewl... so proud of myself =] =] =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-670394171528239842?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/670394171528239842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=670394171528239842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/670394171528239842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/670394171528239842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-of-current.html' title='life as of current'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SiC4Tw-VE0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/z_3IpiSX3Mg/s72-c/draft+meaning.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-3275952714876727634</id><published>2009-05-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:00:58.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ranting 5?</title><content type='html'>Can’t remember how many words I have written over this few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY FINISHED 5/5 ASSIGNMENTS FOR THIS WEEK! (Since the other one is extended till week 13...yeay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chillax and go and have some fun for myself. I need to watch a movie, a good one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have however, exhausted all the good movies worth watching but I believe that as long as you have the will, you’ll find a movie. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout other ‘heavier’ news, yes my dear friends I am indeed getting heavier but worry not for I have taken the liberty to control this  resurgence of ‘the great tummy’ by running nearly every day and meal (t) control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks and we shall face the much anticipated (for different reasons) but most importantly the much dreaded exam finals. Great news for all, I have barely any idea of the first unit subject paper I am sitting for. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, it’s amazing how I’m still very much hooked on you, el novia (LOL) and I still find it hard to let you off so far. XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3275952714876727634?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3275952714876727634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3275952714876727634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3275952714876727634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3275952714876727634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-ranting-5.html' title='Random ranting 5?'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2724048104895050013</id><published>2009-05-16T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T08:31:10.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it is</title><content type='html'>SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TECHNICALLY IF YOU COUNT MY TUTORIALS AS ASSIGNMENTS (THAT'S WHAT THEY TERM IT ANYWAYSSS)... I HAVE 8 ASSIGNMENTS DUE FOR THE WHOLE LAST 3 WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.AM.SO.DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United 0 - 0 Arsenal... that's fine i guess for a final match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... let's just stop watching live matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's watch at home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2724048104895050013?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2724048104895050013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2724048104895050013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2724048104895050013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2724048104895050013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-as-it-is.html' title='Life as it is'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4332472079862003220</id><published>2009-05-07T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:19:08.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random ranting 4</title><content type='html'>Finally the iMechE talk has ended and there goes my task as the External Liaison officer. It was pretty fine considering how rushing it was and how we were so afraid no one would turn up. I would like to extend my greatest thanks to Melissa, Angie, Gbit, Veejay and Tommy for coming to support us. Especially the girls since they don't even relate much to these kind of things, and though they came late they still came in to support, very very much appreciate it. Thank you so much and i'm so sorry for making you go through it! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time organising such an event at this level, I'm honoured to have done it though i admit there is still a lot of room for improvements. I need to be able to handle managing other people more effectively. Thanks very much to those who helped especially jason lai and yasir for having to go through admin stuffs and staff. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now it's time to turn to books and reports. I really hope to start studying soon and not last minute like every other sem since this is my last chance to change everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit stress lately hence the abnormal behaviour to those who have witnessed it. A lot of things to settle and problems after problems keep coming in reminding me constantly how 'unsmart' and 'wasteful' I can be. Should've have read properly...haih...It'll end soon enough and i should be able to persevere till the time comes. =] and for starters on how it can end is by cutting the workload to &lt;em&gt;na dah&lt;/em&gt;... most importantly...I NEED SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to wish a really close friend of mine (since like urm 3-4 months ago??? lol) &lt;strong&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!"&lt;/strong&gt; and i hope everything goes well for you this year and you'll have loads of fun and less troubling issues to keep you away from more fun stuffs to come! For those who don't know her and how i got to know her, here's a brief explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita Zuhaida Nazeer&lt;br /&gt;Minah 'ayu' Singapura (lol...)&lt;br /&gt;berumur 12 tahun + 10 &lt;br /&gt;berkenalan rapat sejak july 2008&lt;br /&gt;menjadi gila sebentar dari september 2008 - november 2008&lt;br /&gt;personaliti : tak ayu, baik, bijak, pemala-s, suka ke kamarnya untuk ... dan suka lelaki (selamatsss.....) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, Rita's a decent, city girl who is bubbly and nice for most times (lol) and is straight..... (lmao...just had to add that in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4332472079862003220?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4332472079862003220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4332472079862003220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4332472079862003220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4332472079862003220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-ranting-3.html' title='random ranting 4'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-3012146421149396341</id><published>2009-05-05T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:41:13.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random ranting 2</title><content type='html'>I'm sooo freaking exhausted with the amount of work that is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've just recently stumbled upon old photos of last years standard chartered run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcj6lBO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZDqZxC-iCig/s1600-h/CIMG0457i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcj6lBO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZDqZxC-iCig/s320/CIMG0457i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363730896370498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the part where angie and i got bored at peninsula hotel and we tried to be real, spirited Monash supporters. notice the letter M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcj6af54I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YhRLL7plDVs/s1600-h/CIMG0455i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcj6af54I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YhRLL7plDVs/s320/CIMG0455i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363730852243330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  pic of miss rosy pink and angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcjkrGTiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OJDd4m94FAg/s1600-h/CIMG0454i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcjkrGTiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OJDd4m94FAg/s320/CIMG0454i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363725016288802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outing at queensway mall and look at the shoesss, so nice! and guess who got shoes for her bday present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcjux5W9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7zVxOOaOHrw/s1600-h/CIMG0451i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcjux5W9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/7zVxOOaOHrw/s320/CIMG0451i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363727729155026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     urm...oh well, might as well no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcjY5lgII/AAAAAAAAAJI/PHTrV_rcEk4/s1600-h/CIMG0450i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcjY5lgII/AAAAAAAAAJI/PHTrV_rcEk4/s320/CIMG0450i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332363721855828098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             miss rosy pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some updates though:&lt;br /&gt;1. i miss taekwondo and i honestly feel that it's better for me compared to capoiera so i think i'm gonna stop capo and go back to taekwondo next sem unless someONE joins capo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have organised a talk this thursday on swimming pool. pls come and support us! it's from 4-5pm. venue will be informed later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm dead tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i'm happy and i feel blessed though lots of money has been spent or wasted (think monash cultural night). ahhahaha... can't wait for 8th of May... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3012146421149396341?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3012146421149396341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3012146421149396341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3012146421149396341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3012146421149396341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-ranting-2.html' title='Random ranting 2'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SgBcj6lBO0I/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZDqZxC-iCig/s72-c/CIMG0457i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-5162702891987119806</id><published>2009-04-20T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:40:14.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random ranting 2</title><content type='html'>i wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how far would you go to make sure that the ones you love happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you tell that you've made an effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can you do to excel at everything you do without exceeding your limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what other people will say about you even when you're nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that we have to live life to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why we can't walk on ice no matter how 'cool' it may be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when can i do the things that i want to do without worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~in the library and lifeless, alone and ultimately bored. save me?~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5162702891987119806?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5162702891987119806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5162702891987119806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5162702891987119806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5162702891987119806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-ranting-2.html' title='random ranting 2'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4418220732873283883</id><published>2009-04-20T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:01:31.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random rantings (joke)</title><content type='html'>Alright, i think the emo part has gone off me. And now, let’s get on with some random stuff. I was driving back home just now when i came across this “&lt;em&gt;bas kilang&lt;/em&gt;”. The bus looks as old as my grandpa or even older! And the worst part is that the carbon emission that came from the oldie is like as if it’s splurging out black paint! It’s so freaking dirty!!! I wish the government would do something about it cuz i think even before the passengers can go up, they’ll die after inhaling such concentrated carbon gas. If not, some ill-fated car will prolly bang into bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’ve been doing a lottt of work lately and haven’t been getting enough sleep. I’m so darn tired but i just don’t know why i’m still not sleeping early. I’m busy as a bee and yet i’m still blogging. I must have a lot to say, or i’m just bored to death i need to say-it-out-loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more uni-related notice... iMechE seems to be no.1 on priority list now. With the upcoming MMF (&lt;strong&gt;Moan-ash Must-lick Festival&lt;/strong&gt;) we’ve decided to be smart and stupid at the same time by wanting to participate in the event. Regardless, here’s the thing. We din know that we got the booth till early this morning but we’ve never been informed!!! The dude claims he asked us for our name list but yasir said he never got back him. I think he’s being biased towards the ppl applying, he prolly saw yasir’s face and say “it’s a guy, no rush” and just went off to play foosball by himself or something. Now we’re late and out of schedule and we have to rush...thanks much on your side dude...sheeeshh.. (and i’m not angry/frustrated/flustered...just trying to make a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more uni-related personal side...iMechE (again) has a committee meeting this Wednesday. I can’t wait to see what &lt;strong&gt;Mr.i-don’t-know-which-side-to-pick-so-i’ll-just-make-a-fool-of-myself&lt;/strong&gt; will say and do this time round. And i think Jason and i will be doing most of the talking and with some non-intellectual remark by our president for most parts which he deems funny. Wonder which side he will choose (though I think ng n I will prolly agree with each other but what the heck right?). and maybe we get to see another round of the hot-secretary vs the actuallydoingwork vice-president debate and the rest of us will just zone out into space except perhaps mr.im-membership-director-boohoo who will continuously support both sides relentlessly and mr.just-the-president who will no doubt say something (clueless as to why). The rest of the members, i don’t know why they’re there. We shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE. I’m just trying to see if my joking rendition of a normal post works out. do comment on THAT ONLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4418220732873283883?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4418220732873283883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4418220732873283883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4418220732873283883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4418220732873283883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-rantings-joke.html' title='Random rantings (joke)'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2213557025723872914</id><published>2009-04-15T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:02:18.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad</title><content type='html'>I’m glad that I’ve let out all that’s needed to say. It was important that I did and now it’s fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and again, you’ve proven to be the most suitable ONE for me. I’m happy and glad that we’re walking alongside each other sharing the same speed and heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past arrests over the span of a couple of years mean nothing now that the future looks bright ever since 5 months ago. I’m glad for the present even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life has been given enlightenment, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That by means of god’s compassion has HE graced me with a gift, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my first propitious strike ever since the lucky star decides to settle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeaaY9bsStI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QDMVQWxzSq4/s1600-h/pon+n+zi+cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeaaY9bsStI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QDMVQWxzSq4/s320/pon+n+zi+cookie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325113363010439890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeafNUW-61I/AAAAAAAAAJA/KsFmv0shC9A/s1600-h/pon+n+zi+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeafNUW-61I/AAAAAAAAAJA/KsFmv0shC9A/s320/pon+n+zi+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325118660564413266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~AQEL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2213557025723872914?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2213557025723872914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2213557025723872914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2213557025723872914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2213557025723872914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/glad.html' title='Glad'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeaaY9bsStI/AAAAAAAAAI4/QDMVQWxzSq4/s72-c/pon+n+zi+cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-3937971900081988603</id><published>2009-04-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:41:33.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED</title><content type='html'>I'm just drained&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3937971900081988603?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3937971900081988603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3937971900081988603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3937971900081988603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3937971900081988603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='TIRED'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-3942119525465842794</id><published>2009-04-14T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:01:25.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO</title><content type='html'>I’m a bit out of the weather these days. A bit sensitive to things and I’m unable to fully comprehend certain things. If any of you feel that i am treating you guys/girls wrongly then i’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded yesterday that i haven’t been hanging out with my friends thanks to my partner. Some of those I intentionally do so and some that just couldn’t fit both our schedule. To all my friends, especially my best friend Ilham and my engineering buddies, i am terribly sorry for not being able to do much. Please understand it’s not going to be like this for a long time coming. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, I am a happy man but like most normal human being there are moments that just makes you feel unsatisfied. I am happy still, just dissatisfied. Let’s just say mostly it’s because i can’t help but feel like my efforts are not being reciprocated well. If you don’t understand then it must be that you’re either harmless and you’ve been nice to me or you’re just insensitive that you’re leeching of people without giving anything back in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small gesture of appreciation would help. A lil thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY VJAY!!! I’m SORRY i wasn’t able to attend both celebration but i wish you have a good year ahead. =] and i went to Kuala Gandah? to visit an elephant sanctuary and i sat on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much anticipated note, 23 more days!!! =] =] =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWmD0mIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wjDrrSPEVzY/s1600-h/CIMG1064p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWmD0mIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wjDrrSPEVzY/s320/CIMG1064p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324546240063873394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;riding the elephant! woot! seriously, i thought my ass was gonna split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWkleFPcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cvxD6zdf8ak/s1600-h/CIMG1068p.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWkleFPcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/cvxD6zdf8ak/s320/CIMG1068p.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324546214736510402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posing in front of the elephant. ezie was like "i really hope it won't throw the sugar cane at me". LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWhFDom-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/bUGXnTDIZVA/s1600-h/CIMG1051p.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWhFDom-I/AAAAAAAAAIg/bUGXnTDIZVA/s320/CIMG1051p.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324546154496039906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with the ladies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-3942119525465842794?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/3942119525465842794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=3942119525465842794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3942119525465842794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/3942119525465842794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/emo.html' title='EMO'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SeSWmD0mIXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wjDrrSPEVzY/s72-c/CIMG1064p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-5415445152168071850</id><published>2009-04-09T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:44:16.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rantings</title><content type='html'>When people say, “Life is not what they use to be” what would be the first thing that comes to your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can bet you that 80% (dunno really know why but it’s a common percentage value) of people would have a negative connotation to it. But i guess that’s just how we’re all taught to think. In short, starting with negative assumptions, we tend to be more precautious with our actions. At the same time, we’ll never be sooo satisfied with the results if it’s good and we’ll still condemn others apart from ourselves if it turns out badly anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the thing, why do we have to be risk-averse people (took it from investments lecture...XP)? It’s difference from elaborate thinking and providing counter measures (that’s the diff).  All I’m saying is, take more risk, leave the math and swim in the ocean full of sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s tiring when most people come around saying the most negative of all comments, and it’ll get to you. Worse when you’re in a group and these comments and the passion of saying it that comes with the prevailing sense of negativity is highly radioactive and infectious. Before you know it, you’ll come to terms with things you don’t even know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s has nothing to do with my starting line but who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so tired of listening to people telling me that “oh, please don’t do it because it’s not in the format” or “let’s just go for class or we’ll miss something”. THE F*CK YOU GOTTA BE SO KIASU FOR?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just academics; don’t even get me started on the people around me. MORONS&lt;br /&gt;*I’m not saying that I’m risk-seeking but i do try to be out of the measly box. Make an effort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, here’s something to rant about...i haven’t been complaining much (maybe cuz i’m just too happy? =]) so i feel compelled to do so in this particular post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th April 2009 –iMechi meeting&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few basic things i feel you should understand about a meeting;&lt;br /&gt;- Stop the bullshit talk at the beginning, insert in between&lt;br /&gt;- Stop giving excuses when you can’t attend for petty reasons, just resign already. We don’t need you. I repeat, DON’T NEED&lt;br /&gt;- Make it fast, it’s not an outing it’s a MEETING&lt;br /&gt;- Grow some balls and start taking actions, don’t wait as you’re a committee member hence you are RESPONSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;- Again, TAKE RISK and TELL OTHERS about your plans&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t let your secretary do the talking, she’s not your loudspeaker&lt;br /&gt;- Have your proof of evidence with you, then talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things for a particular somebody;&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t talk, you’re annoying&lt;br /&gt;- Talk with substance, you’ll be annoying&lt;br /&gt;- Pick a stand, choose a party, you’re starting to annoy&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t assume and have your facts with you, you’re an annoyance&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t act smart and give a smug face like it’s alright, you don’t have a portrait look, you annoyed us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to complains since i hardly have any, and even if i do (which i’m sure you could’ve guessed i do) it’s too personal and based on how i write, i might provoke unwanted consequences (this is not risk avoiding, this is smart thinking). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just typing this post out for fun. I’m mildly affected and i ultimately don’t bother much neway. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5415445152168071850?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5415445152168071850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5415445152168071850&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5415445152168071850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5415445152168071850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-rantings.html' title='Random Rantings'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-6584407486190563896</id><published>2009-04-08T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:25:08.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>It's been 5 months since November...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to everything in the future...together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6584407486190563896?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6584407486190563896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6584407486190563896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6584407486190563896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6584407486190563896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-87442260509233036</id><published>2009-04-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T06:22:16.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maldives!!!</title><content type='html'>NAJEEM IBRAHIM sms-ed me today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's officially the 2nd sms i got from him since he went over. so good to hear from you man. i know it's partially my fault for not initiating conversations over msn but u know me well enough not to expect much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, seriously... i do feel the lost of a fellow mate especially when there's nothing much going around outside uni. oh wells, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now...take care and all the best teaching bru. come back and we'll settle our match once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-87442260509233036?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/87442260509233036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=87442260509233036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/87442260509233036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/87442260509233036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/04/maldives.html' title='maldives!!!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1437581280675670404</id><published>2009-03-31T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:55:05.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay-fied</title><content type='html'>oke... post ini akan di tulis dalam bahasa malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sangat boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kebelakangan ini saya selalu penat akibat tak cukup tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada ke tadi bebudak baru ajak saya menari tarian melayu. dahla saya ni kayu, amcam mana la nak gelek badan... teruk seh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm, saya merindui mata air saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah penat nal menaip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1437581280675670404?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1437581280675670404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1437581280675670404&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1437581280675670404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1437581280675670404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/malay-fied.html' title='Malay-fied'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1667265823322199160</id><published>2009-03-30T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:50:20.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated regarding what's been happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I've taught myself to be smart! hehe... (in short, no life during weekend)&lt;br /&gt;2. I've taught myself to be hardworking (or rather consistent)&lt;br /&gt;3. I've completed my case study presentation and that my group consist of an amazing bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;4. I need to lose weight and now doing everything i can to do so&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm practically busy eventhough i am free (weird much?)&lt;br /&gt;6. I love the person sitting beside me&lt;br /&gt;7. I see that life is turning golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, i'm just bored stuck in the library re-doing my research proposal (Because now we're supposed to pass up individual report! SHESSSHH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Back to studying-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1667265823322199160?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1667265823322199160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1667265823322199160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1667265823322199160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1667265823322199160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4047667846532358962</id><published>2009-03-30T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:39:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of bordering on bothersome</title><content type='html'>I did care till it came to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why bother when it's all done for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why trouble yourself when it's not your fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like everyone who TRIED, i guess you'll only reach those 2 questions only after you've reached a point where,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try when they're not helping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hurt yourself when you're not responsible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why burden yourself to think when it's redundant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I didn't go that far...i rather observe to full extent before making my move. Considering the first 3 questions, we reach the next 2 questions and now i'm perplexed as to ask myself the ultimate question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT WORTH IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i do think it is BUT only if they think likewise. but as it is, i'm barely affected by it. To me time will tell and none is to forgive and be forgiven but themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's been at the back of my head all the time. Now i'm reminded of it. I choose not to waste my time thinking on brain wasting questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, just be happy and leave this behind. It doesn't have to be a bad past when it's not... let it be rewarding to you as much as it is to me, lesson and experience-wise. ALL OF YOU (me included) =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4047667846532358962?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4047667846532358962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4047667846532358962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4047667846532358962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4047667846532358962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-bordering-on-bothersome.html' title='Of bordering on bothersome'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5532139561037306624</id><published>2009-03-27T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:33:38.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your Home</title><content type='html'>Home is where you belong to and where you reside in. A place you feel most safe and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to look for a potential house but it's hard to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physically and Structurally that's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heart though needs shelter as well, a home to reside in. To a place where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to look for a potential place but it's harder to obtain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found mine =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5532139561037306624?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5532139561037306624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5532139561037306624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5532139561037306624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5532139561037306624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/your-home.html' title='your Home'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5494050195267825908</id><published>2009-03-21T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:07:34.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's nice</title><content type='html'>You know what's nice about life these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you think life's gone wrong and against you, you did your best to change it and still failure prevails...you're stumped and brought down to your knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when you open your eyes and your hand feels the warmth of another, as you stand up and look to your side, you see someone whose heart beats the same rhythm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's celebrating love, that's what's nice about it now... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5494050195267825908?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5494050195267825908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5494050195267825908&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5494050195267825908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5494050195267825908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-nice.html' title='What&apos;s nice'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-6116971478786374680</id><published>2009-03-04T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:06:23.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRATEFUL? NO?</title><content type='html'>It’s the new start of semester… looks like my timetable is a lot more relaxed now. However, I shouldn’t take this as a reason for me to slack. I have this great ability to lose my focus in the middle of the semester as per what happened at the end of my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing fine at the start of summer till midway, was getting good grades (much thanks to ezi) and then I suddenly just stopped doing work and my grades started to deteriorate and now, I’ve just checked my results and tho I passed, it was nothing more than a flimsy grade…nothing to shout about and I’ve just lost a unit to try to boost my CGPA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was told that this subject only appears to be easy but it very well can fail students prior to discrimination on level of difficulty, being a first year subject and all. So I rejoiced a lil and told my mom which I got nagging from after that… this is exactly what she said (or so I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Do you know what it means? (referring to my grades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: That means you shouldn’t count the eggs before it hatches, you told me it was fine and you could possibly score a good grade… now look what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma: Next time please be vigilant and humble, and DON’T count your results before it comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m officially embarrassed at myself. I’ve set a goal for this year and this time I plan to be extra careful about my academic achievements without affecting my social and extra-curricular activities. I’m really sorry Ma. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-6116971478786374680?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/6116971478786374680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=6116971478786374680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6116971478786374680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/6116971478786374680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/03/grateful-no.html' title='GRATEFUL? NO?'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5287836223096960544</id><published>2009-02-26T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:55:12.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATULATIONS WAT!</title><content type='html'>Alright! so my sister is finally graduating! I was informed by my mom while I was sleeping in the surau at level 3, building 6 in Monash earlier this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of you sister! now we're down to 4 people left, and me and my younger sister will hopefully graduate this year. Then we're left with 3 (since my sister needs to continue her degree) and then my mom can retire peacefully... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;based on the family's tradition, we're expecting loads from you wat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, I failed to get industrial training accepted but will just try again. If i still can't get it accepted, I'll just work at the end of this year. This is just like a repeat of last summer, only better. =] (you know what i mean)... thank god some things work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5287836223096960544?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5287836223096960544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5287836223096960544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5287836223096960544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5287836223096960544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/congratulations-wat.html' title='CONGRATULATIONS WAT!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4879355035840890122</id><published>2009-02-25T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T05:24:47.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Sis!</title><content type='html'>Right, so here's a story of my eldest sister, Awatef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 years old this year&lt;br /&gt;very small, smaller than Ezie&lt;br /&gt;very nice but &lt;em&gt;manja &lt;/em&gt;(I mean which girl isn't?)&lt;br /&gt;very smart! (bahhh)&lt;br /&gt;anddd she's getting her final exam results tomorrow!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that she will be able to graduate now and start working already!Another DOCTOR in the house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm 22 this year and I'm finishing too! (hopefully)... some might think that it's weird my sister is only graduating now that she's 25 but unlike me, she took several foundations (like 2.5 years worth?) because of the *cough* govt *cough* so it's ot her fault... again because unlike me she's a scholarship student... (bahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's us all pray for Wat's result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4879355035840890122?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4879355035840890122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4879355035840890122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4879355035840890122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4879355035840890122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-luck-sis.html' title='Good Luck Sis!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5478912763241564193</id><published>2009-02-25T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T01:01:38.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhat Unhappy</title><content type='html'>Got a call from Monash Engineering saying that they have a reply regarding my industrial training... I KNOW WHAT THEY'RE GONNA SAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've consulted the Head of Engineering and now i will have to explain it again to the Internship Manager. So many things haven't been going on right, do I have anyone to turn to? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, of waiting, of being patient, of trying to be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm helpless =[ and I'm stupid... I wish I was smarter, I think I'm turning passive about everything again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5478912763241564193?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5478912763241564193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5478912763241564193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5478912763241564193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5478912763241564193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/somewhat-unhappy.html' title='Somewhat Unhappy'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2477264224457920547</id><published>2009-02-23T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T04:08:42.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAJEEM</title><content type='html'>One of my buddies went back to his homeland, Maldives and we had lunch together with the whole Malaysian bunch and 2 Singaporeans…(LOL). Namie made this fantastic collage of the whole big group of friends and he was tearing soon afterwards… dude, that’s how much we’ll miss you too man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najeem my man, I still remember the time where I said “I see Najeemmm...” in the toilet near the surau and you got freaked out thinking that I was peeking at ya…aahahahhaaa…to me, that was the ice breaker for the both of us cause we made jokes about it and we became more comfy with each other after that which leads the both of us to where we are now. The times where we played pool and how we’d always play to see who’s best at either 8 ball or 9 ball. How both Najmobile and Tom had to drive all the Singaporeans everywhere if there’s a group outing. The times we’d hang out nearly everyday in the library at Luci’s HQ during the previous sem. How you’ve become my surau mate after a while. How we found out that we’re born on the same date and we started playing badminton around the same age as well ( I was born around 2.13pm btw… so are you older?...XP).Our exceptionally ‘interesting’ serious talk with the rest after the monash ball at “M.O.S”. How we’d sing along to ezie and rita’s jiwang songs in your car back to kl from penang. And finally, you're the first to really bring everyone together to celebrate our birthday! I mean, aside from my family I've never really had anyone celebrate my birthday properly since I don't bother but hey! you made it and it was my first to celebrate with another friend!!! I very much appreciate it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I have had some problems with you but at the same time I’ve had more things to treasure with you buddy… the good memories I’ve had with you while you’re still here together with the girls, bro, who am I gonna drive the girls with now when you’re not here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to uni in my first year the same time you did, I didn’t get to know you then. I’ve made some good friends in my 1st and 2nd year of uni but what do you know, none of them shared the same birthdate with me except for you whom I’ve only gotten to know in your final year. I’m glad bro, that we got to know each other before it was too late (and I blame you for being in business if it was ever too late…lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najeem, no matter what, you have been a terrific friend and to top it off, you've actually been there for me most of the time when something happens (think me getting angry or upset...lol)... I'm gonna miss you bro, sounds gay but I don't care! I'm sorry if we've had unwanted arguments or misundertandings between us. Take care and god bless man, hope everything goes fine for you. You come back and we'll finish whatever that needs confirming... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPikw7rExI/AAAAAAAAAII/zNsWZu5ib34/s1600-h/DSC02845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPikw7rExI/AAAAAAAAAII/zNsWZu5ib34/s320/DSC02845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306333907210933010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monash Ball '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPilMMLCrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8KjRU7Pvr4g/s1600-h/CIMG0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPilMMLCrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8KjRU7Pvr4g/s320/CIMG0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306333914527894194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penang '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPilZ18bXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5Gd5ZLmx0XQ/s1600-h/DSC03507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPilZ18bXI/AAAAAAAAAIY/5Gd5ZLmx0XQ/s320/DSC03507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306333918192758130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najeem's raya open hse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2477264224457920547?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2477264224457920547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2477264224457920547&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2477264224457920547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2477264224457920547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/najeem.html' title='NAJEEM'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SaPikw7rExI/AAAAAAAAAII/zNsWZu5ib34/s72-c/DSC02845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-7940198280799034316</id><published>2009-02-23T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:37:03.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISLIKE</title><content type='html'>I didn’t get the chance to type this out last night cause I as busy. Honestly, it wasn’t one of the good days in my life journey. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be so unfair sometimes but hey, that’s what people normally associate what life mean right? One of the few things that happened yesterday was that I didn’t get what I wanted from MARA purely because they were too slow, not me, them. I don’t really mind it but just because they checked in late and because of them so many other things came along none of which I’d welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another was my industrial training application, my ‘supervisor’ said that it won’t be accepted thus he won’t even bother to signed the supervisor form. He says “I told you to check it from the very first day if it can be accepted”, which I did! And I followed up! And I went around asking for different opinions and he and I both agree that we would just continue on with this project and he would still sign it, but look what happens now? I was so pissed off I actually went to the new dean’s office to talk and he told me that the training program won’t be rejected nor accepted until it’s passed up and the supervisor form is for him, my ‘supervisor’ to confirm that my work is self-sufficient to be considered. That means to say, my ‘supervisor’ has the final say about what he thinks and he has brought this upon me, making me work for an extra of 2 months WITHOUT pay and now refuses to sign my supervisor form! I did more than what I was asked to because he was never satisfied and now he’s not satisfied with the amount of work and knowledge I’ve gained throughout this strenuous research?! Inconsiderate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just gonna try and ask him to sign it no matter what, I refuse to do this again after my last sem because I wanna rest! I wanna travel across South East Asia with my girlfriend…and friends for a month before I even bother to start thinking about work! Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pleaseee just accept it already! I really don't wanna work like that anymore, i mean with that kind of pay...arghhh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7940198280799034316?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7940198280799034316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7940198280799034316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7940198280799034316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7940198280799034316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/dislike.html' title='DISLIKE'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1519181780725516182</id><published>2009-02-19T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:01:48.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GENTING TRIP</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, one of my friends had 2 free rooms at First World Genting Highlands. So 9 of us engineering dudes went up to have some fun for a night. 2 cars and one of em is mine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just tested and proven that TOM can’t freaking climb genting highlands, LOL... it took us thrice the amount of time to climb then to go down the road to genting.  The engine was screaming and it was my first time to actually keep shifting gears from D4 to 2 everytime we change inclination.hahahha...sorry TOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we’ve reached the cable car, Jason Ng sat in the gondola with me... you should look at his face..HAHAHAHAHAHHA, it was plain white and he kept saying “shuddup” everytime u ask him why is he quiet. And after a while Ng was okay and he said “i don’t know if im with friends so i know i’ll die with you all if this thing crashes” and when the gondola passes through the cable pillars and shook, he’ll be stunned and quiet again...hahaha. it was hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were up, we ate lunch and we tried the rides at the theme park. Most of em was superbly boring. Came up and we had dinner. Later that night we started hanging outside and taking pictures and on our way back to the hotel, me, tpk, kok and kuo hao dropped by at starbucks and this guy just came and sat beside me and started asking in Cantonese “ bro, do u want some chicks?”... i was bought flattered and horrified! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun nonetheless and we all got back safe. THANKS BROS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O47lsEbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H_CqXxH6Y-E/s1600-h/CIMG0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O47lsEbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H_CqXxH6Y-E/s320/CIMG0863.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304553044831900082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NG PENGECUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O5Bxq-DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3VbmjJZImhQ/s1600-h/CIMG0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O5Bxq-DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3VbmjJZImhQ/s320/CIMG0874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304553046492772402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst pool table we've played...look at how frustrated alex is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O5dn3IAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n22eNCZtLKo/s1600-h/CIMG0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O5dn3IAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/n22eNCZtLKo/s320/CIMG0899.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304553053967818754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us at nite, outside in the misty cool weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i've been missing you and i am turning impatient waiting for your return. and NO GUYS, i don't think i'm overreacting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1519181780725516182?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1519181780725516182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1519181780725516182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1519181780725516182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1519181780725516182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/genting-trip.html' title='GENTING TRIP'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZ2O47lsEbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/H_CqXxH6Y-E/s72-c/CIMG0863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-7954572408950740900</id><published>2009-02-15T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T04:21:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puteri Gunung Ledang Musical (PGLM)</title><content type='html'>On the 14th of February i went for a musical performance with Ezi, PGLM!!!  How do i say this, IT WAS MIND BLASTING! I have to really applaud Enfiniti Productions for being able to come up with such an astounding musical play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay i know 14th of feb signifies Valentine’s Day, i don’t celebrate this particular event both partially because it’s overrated and it’s against my religion to do so (in a way that it was started to commemorate some priest’s act of spreading love...love and unity is taught in Islam, in every way comprehendible and it need not be celebrate because it’s supposed to be practiced everyday of your life...plus it’s supposed to commemorate love to all people and not just couples so screw the distorted Valentine’s Day) . We chose the date to be 14th because it’s on a Saturday (weekend) and it was the first weekend after our summer papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i was sceptical (as it was of course a Malaysian production) and i thought that it wasn’t gonna be entertaining since i’ve watched the movie but boy was i wrong...BIG TIME. The whole performance was just breathtaking, from the props to the casting to the songs to the lyrics and the timing was only an inch less than perfection (since nothing can be perfect...right...) and the actors were professional and versatile. There was a scene where Tiara (Gusti Puteri) slipped while she was walking while crouching down and she quickly moved on with the show showing no sign of unsteadiness in her acts afterwards and there’s another where she by accident mispronounced her word in her dialogue and she made it look like as if it was planned... pretty impressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the illusion effects were awesome! Not much but u can definitely see the effort! The lyrics were incredible, and that i have to admit that Stephen Rahman’s (Hang Tuah) voice was powerful and nice even though it’s hard to agree with Ezi (who claims that his voice melted her...BAH). I’d say that it was money well spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, 2 more weeks till new semester starts... golly, i can’t believe that i’m actually a final year student now. I’ve been lucky not to fail any subjects and i don’t intend to this year round as well. I’m still working and it sucks but it’s supposed to end tomorrow! And i will hopefully start my final year project straight away afterwards. Not much of a summer holiday huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s some pics of PGLM&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgF8aWSEiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lt5cfXLyO38/s1600-h/CIMG0807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgF8aWSEiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lt5cfXLyO38/s320/CIMG0807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302995096651829794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiara Jaq as Gusti Puteri in PGLM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgHyDybt7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/IYO3ysKJFY4/s1600-h/CIMG0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgHyDybt7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/IYO3ysKJFY4/s320/CIMG0806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302997117820450738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ezi posing in front of the big wallpaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgHyf_g-KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7OJyDtAUhss/s1600-h/CIMG0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgHyf_g-KI/AAAAAAAAAHo/7OJyDtAUhss/s320/CIMG0852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302997125391513762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors and actress, Tiara Jaq, Stephen R, Adlin A.R and AC Mizal as Gusti Puteri, Hang Tuah, Sultan Mahmud and Gusti Adipati&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7954572408950740900?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7954572408950740900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7954572408950740900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7954572408950740900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7954572408950740900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/puteri-gunung-ledang-musical-pglm.html' title='Puteri Gunung Ledang Musical (PGLM)'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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/_jftCC0L1cXM/SZgF8aWSEiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lt5cfXLyO38/s72-c/CIMG0807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1481188005187620760.post-8115028371460613861</id><published>2009-02-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T08:53:23.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER</title><content type='html'>i have finally completed my summer course, MKW1120. sat for the paper in the morning of the 10th and i.am.done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that i have been a very lucky person. apparently, the tips were just as vague as any tips in other subjects. and i, followed to study religiously as according to the tips given. somehow the day before the test, while iwas studying with TPK and Sara in Mcd's, i stumbled upon a chapter which i have no knowledge of whatsoever and i read it. the paper this morning, in section C, there are 4 questions that must be answered over 6 given choices and i was only sure of 3, and somehow i noticed the last of the 6 question is the chapter i read the day before. Lucky huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more days till PGLM comes along. i can't wait! so excited about the upcoming event, been anticipating the outcome of the weekend in more than one way... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-8115028371460613861?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8115028371460613861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8115028371460613861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8115028371460613861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8115028371460613861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/over.html' title='OVER'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1183692412894643813</id><published>2009-02-03T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:05:35.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying yet remain unfocused</title><content type='html'>it's 8.48 in the morning and i'm already in uni since 8 actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it' soo boring, this ordeal of having to come early to uni purely because i have to send my sis to her college earlier, not that i'm complaining about that. my only consolation is that i get to have breakfast with a company =]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, a week more to my final paper this summer and i still haven't gone far enough in my revision to safely say i can do it! i have yet to find any sort of motivation other than if i don't do it i'll fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is still there, i'm supposed to go and meet up with my prof later in a while to show him our final results. let's just pray that he will be satisfied so that i can get on with studying. industrial training is still a question mark at the mo but let's all pray that i wouldn't have to do it again end of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuu, let's hope that i get my pay faster so that i can do some good with it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought SPORE and it is so addictive! the game is not taxing and could be annoying at times however!, it is sooo fun! you get to create your own creatures and move it around and sorts. they leave everything to your own creative mind based on the game's limitations. however, i do wish they have more A.I tho since movement around the game can be quite annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people will come to you straight when they have something to ask or say to you. Don't keep it in, be it your anger/happiness/frustration cause it will put a toll on your mental health by which subsequently will damage your physical self later on. So please do yourself some good, talk and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who thinks that they're too good for anyone else, that they can give any sort of comments be it good or bad and still be better than the said person. i suggest you look into the mirror and see if you really are fit to talk about others. we are humans and thus we have emotions, what we do or will do or might do, there is always an explanantion behind it no matter how ridiculous it may sound (that's up to you to think things straight). what you might say or have said might just hurt others feelings if they get to hear from a different person. so try to keep it to a low will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borreeddddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1183692412894643813?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1183692412894643813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1183692412894643813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1183692412894643813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1183692412894643813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/02/studying-yet-remain-unfocused.html' title='Studying yet remain unfocused'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2180037130230495455</id><published>2009-01-30T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T03:20:23.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year week</title><content type='html'>it's been a long week...trust me, it is LONG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR to all of you chinese folks and those who celebrates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my 'good boy' week i suppose, since i'm always at home for the whole week. but that's because i can't work on public holidays. and annoyingly, i'm sick. it's been a week since i fell sick and i hope i goes away by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought a new LAPTOP!!! WOOT!!! and it's pretty neat, slim, sleek, light. it's just lovely. my new love. it's a VAIO Z and i shall call it THE ZEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work last wednesday and waht do you know, the data logger is spoiled and now we can't run anything. pretty darn good or pretty damn bad if he still wants us to continue with the research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite the boring week, reading books, staying home, helping out at home and sorts buti guess it's fine. people are not around so it gets very boring. &lt;br /&gt;just met jason ng for 2 days but we keep going back home early, and i couldnt meet up with najeem. poor guy, please get well soon buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna spend time with my friends, the ones that i should've spent time with. i'm starting to miss sara's wittiness and tpk's sarcasm and his 'daijiao'. and ultimately, i miss you. come back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2180037130230495455?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2180037130230495455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2180037130230495455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2180037130230495455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2180037130230495455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year-week.html' title='Chinese New Year week'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1266219440760986659</id><published>2009-01-11T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T02:05:03.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When your body acts older than your age</title><content type='html'>Oh golly, it’s the 11th day since New Year, and I have done naught but fret and fall sick. But no matter, I’M HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things to do this year and I’ve gotten some pretty motivating news for me that I prolly can turn into some sort of objective to achieve to keep me going. A lot of things been happening lately, both good and bad. Life’s been great, I’ve somehow gotten a grip on focusing on my studies and on my research and on pleasing my mom (since she was quite pissed off with me last month…lol). But I’ve met a great deal of loss in terms of the number of friends I’ve chosen to hang out with, for a few reasons;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not enough time&lt;br /&gt;2. Sick&lt;br /&gt;3. Avoiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me when I say this, I don’t break my friendship bonds. I’ve always loved having loads of friends because they keep me happy. I guess it’s the time where i feel I’m capable of going through life with only handful of important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m 22 this year and somehow I feel like I’m 52 because of the fever I’ve been having. It feels like it was only eons ago that I’m as healthy as a bear and I’ll run, jump, shout, hop, kick, punch, walk as I like and I feel perfectly fine. Nowwww, I feel so lethargic I can sleep while walking, pass out while eating and so on so forth. I hate FEVER!!! I need a cookie to take care of me, make me happy. I’m not on cloud 9 that’s for sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1266219440760986659?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1266219440760986659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1266219440760986659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1266219440760986659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1266219440760986659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-your-body-acts-older-than-you-age.html' title='When your body acts older than your age'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-8770026203053267611</id><published>2009-01-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:01:56.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>grateful and blessed</title><content type='html'>it's 6th of January, it's been 6 days since 2008 ended... i've experienced a lot of things and none of which can compare with last year...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is that it's been eventful. i've experienced pain, heartaches, failures, dissapointment but all at the same time i've been introduced to love and with it comes joy and all the good things. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad it all went well and it ends well. i have very few resolutions this year, not because i feel that i have done enough to only do a little but i feel like i should only focus on the mains that will directly or indirectly affect the subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULTIMATELY, i just wanna have a good year and i'm looking forward to spending this year with everyone that i will sorely miss after the year ends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more memories, activities and new experiences&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-8770026203053267611?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8770026203053267611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8770026203053267611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8770026203053267611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8770026203053267611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2009/01/grateful-and-blessed.html' title='grateful and blessed'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-7629983042723822215</id><published>2008-12-10T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:06:43.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROUD</title><content type='html'>Well, I just gotta tell this to the world. I was out dinnering with my bro last night and it was fun nonetheless. Having been absent from my family members for a few days can be quite upsetting. We did normal stuffs… food, walked around and he shopped and etc. and he sent the car for washing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the car, there was this guy who spotted him along the walkway near the central area of OU and kept calling for him by the name of “Dr.Azam! Dr. Azam!”… well, since we are ‘AMERs’ it’s only logical to disregard the call but the guy was persistent and so my bro looked behind and that’s when it all began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were just talking simple stuffs, apparently this guy’s wife was under my bro’s care and it was my bro who helped them and referred him to another doc and all the other responsibility that was upon him, my bro. And during the whole time, there wasn’t even a frown on that guy’s face as if he is so darn satisfied with my bro’s help that he had to call him up in a mall. I was already impressed with my bro prior to his achievements but I have never seen him work, he has always been a lazy ass bump but smart at the same time so the term “working hard” never crossed my mine. And he (I mean we, the amer’s collectively) has this cocky look but when you get to know him (and me)…he’s actually very nice and sociable, so they went on talking till we had to part ways and the part where I was so proud of my bro was during this brief parting moment. My bro told him that we’re parting ways and the guy acknowledged and said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“God bless you my friend”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, did my bro actually made that much of an impact on the guy’s life? I mean, really???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the thing, I feel that these little statements are what makes the doctors go on helping people. When people actually thank you, the satisfaction that you get by just knowing that you’ve made a soul happy is probably indescribable in a doctor’s eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us engineers, I have yet to discover since I am not even sure myself on what type of engineer will I become. Can’t wait to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7629983042723822215?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7629983042723822215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7629983042723822215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7629983042723822215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7629983042723822215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/12/proud.html' title='PROUD'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2160652744444875256</id><published>2008-11-27T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:59:47.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy and Grateful... I'm 21!!!</title><content type='html'>Sooo…I’m officially 21! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means…&lt;br /&gt;1. Am old enough to do loads of new interesting things…hehehe&lt;br /&gt;2. More responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;3. More freedom (probably…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway… exam results came out on my birthday! And though I can’t say that it was the best birthday ever, but I can say that life doesn’t suck so much, and considering the fact that I didn’t go for class this semester and I cramped everything in 4 weeks and got what I got, I’m pretty content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad for all those who did fine or great, congrats to you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a lovely BBQ session with a bunch of monash friends just now, celebrating it with my fellow Maldivian brother, Najeem!!! Who’s apparently born on the same day as I am, very good we are (insert Indian accent)…LOL.  I’d like to thank Nameh, Jimin, Hasif, Shasha for coming to celebrate and especially Izuan and Najeem for hosting it! It’s my first time celebrating my birthday and it has to be on my 21st bday… so that has to account for something ya… thanks soo much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days and I’ll be off to have some relaxing fun with my Singaporean friends in Singapore… been counting the days and oh god I need to relax my head somewhere… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope my current research goes on smoothly……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2160652744444875256?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2160652744444875256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2160652744444875256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2160652744444875256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2160652744444875256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-and-grateful-im-21.html' title='Happy and Grateful... I&apos;m 21!!!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5735832763146165189</id><published>2008-11-26T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:43:02.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random rantings</title><content type='html'>wahhh giler... i've just officially visited nameh's blog... and do my blog look oh-so-normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daymmmnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayyy so about tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T STOP THINKING BOUT THE RESULTS!!! &lt;br /&gt;please please please let there be light!&lt;br /&gt;hope!&lt;br /&gt;good results!&lt;br /&gt;no failures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phewww...okayy... i wish to all those who's been reading my blog (god knows who you are), from monash, GOOD LUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got an answer from my R&amp;D officer, my job as an RA cannot be accepted as a possible internship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's what i have to say bout this gibberish&lt;br /&gt;1. i apply engineering knowledge a lot more than i do when i work outside&lt;br /&gt;2. the purpose of an internship is to create work experience, this is work experience!&lt;br /&gt;3. an academic research can contribute to the industry, so why can it be counted as an industrial training?&lt;br /&gt;4. they need engineering working environment... in a lab... engineering much?&lt;br /&gt;5. it's the damn recession, how the hell do u expect to get a job!?!! sheessh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk to the course manager tomorrow... for now, i gotta work to get some monehhh for singapore... need to do loads of shopping there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note... i miss everyone!!! my monash friends i mean... especially the little clique... been spending time with mr.lappy and my two bestfriends... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~nervous systems jamming up my little brain,getting nausea,my thoughts been most freaky, undiluted acid running through my head is killing meeeeeee... aqel =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5735832763146165189?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5735832763146165189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5735832763146165189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5735832763146165189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5735832763146165189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-rantings.html' title='random rantings'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1150304519940543052</id><published>2008-11-24T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T04:17:42.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged by ezie</title><content type='html'>okay...so i got bored, i started reading on some of my friends old post...trust me...wayyy old. and when i reached ezie's blog i found that she tagged me on this... so i guess i should just do it since i'm BORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp; replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;try to understand the whole situation, ask her what and why did she do it? try to put myself in her shoes, consider the intensity of my feelings towards her at the moment, depending on that i'll prolly give myself some time to heal... (in short, break up and avoid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;To restart all my past mistakes and redo it... it's not like i wanna be perfect, but it'll be for the best no? XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;i'm a STRAIGHT guy, nuff said... (never thought about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;now? kinda... can only hope for the best to turn out, but i'm keeping to being passive bout my problems... deal with it when it comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;passionate, understanding, a career woman (cuz i cannot live with someone who will only talk to me about housechores...or at least i can't imagine myself), someone who will be able to manage my money better than me... and i guess someone who makes me want them all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;Being loved; by someone you love. &lt;---answered by ezi, AGREED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;ooo...been in this situation before a few years back... not a good thing but i don't it'll change anytime soon. with my kind of personality, for as long as it takes till she gives me an ultimatum... (kinda sad really, really tough for me to move on...crap...oh well, the past is the past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do? Wait for him/her to break up?&lt;br /&gt;urm... like means not so much ya? interested? then, move on... or else... by all means, wait. LOL... till my feelings die off... i have a peculiar trait in my genes... :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;there is one... the dreaded feeling of unexpected results... i reaaaaaallllllyyyy hope it'll be fine for the rest of us engineering students :( *prays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 What do you want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;To be myself at all times... LOL, it's fun... oh wait, and be able to understand other people at the same time, learn up some new stuffs and have fun with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you're in dire need of something to blog about or to just be bombarded with no-brainer questions. &lt;--- answered by ezi again. AGREED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;Working (prolly not in my field of study...don't know why). Successful? *wish* Married with kids. Loyal. and urm... Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;tough question.besides my family? go figure. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Ezi? weird, non-stop party girl, weird, noisy...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 Would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;single and rich... think about it, i'll be burdened with guilt if i can't afford to feed my family. if i'm rich and single, i can always aim to be a 'less controversial' Datuk K...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to switch of the alarm. Most times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting older now. should be... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;the third...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;those i can relate best at that particular moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 If you played a prank on someone, &amp; he/she fell for the trick, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;laugh my ass off and act like nothing happened the next day while looking for my next prey. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't replace any of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;as for my 8 victims,&lt;br /&gt;Jess, Pearly, Andrea, Ilham, Najat, and 3 more who feels like they wanna participate... (i dunno anymore who actually writes a blog)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1150304519940543052?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1150304519940543052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1150304519940543052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1150304519940543052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1150304519940543052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-tagged-by-ezie.html' title='I was tagged by ezie'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-2115633435871487509</id><published>2008-11-24T00:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:26:35.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored.scared.passive</title><content type='html'>sooooo BOOOORREEDDD...&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm working i still feel bored... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooooo SCAREDDD&lt;br /&gt;results are coming out this week! i can only hope for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSIVE...&lt;br /&gt;need more explanation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss uni life! *omg.i can't believe i'm saying it so fast!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-2115633435871487509?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/2115633435871487509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=2115633435871487509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2115633435871487509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/2115633435871487509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/boredscaredpassive.html' title='bored.scared.passive'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-4681563691029492123</id><published>2008-11-21T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:50:39.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Quiet life</title><content type='html'>living my life passively and quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making myself busy so i don't think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living my life one day by one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing the semester now though i'm still going to uni to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-4681563691029492123?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/4681563691029492123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=4681563691029492123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4681563691029492123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/4681563691029492123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiet-life.html' title='a Quiet life'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-280291345022455067</id><published>2008-11-14T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:05:02.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester 2-2008</title><content type='html'>This semester has been different that all other sems that I’ve been in. the fact that I have found new friends, genuine friends and lost a few makes it all more memorable for me as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been difficult on me, I can say as much… everything didn’t go as planned and nothing goes too well. In fact I risked losing my parent’s expectations prior to my lack of preparation and sense of judgment. However, I have been able to pull through; we (my friends) have been able to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s talk new friends now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rita, a bubbly girl who has always made me laugh and smile with her wittiness and her ‘selenge-ness’ made her way to monash this sem.  How lucky can I be? You’ve been there for a lot of things and you’ve witnessed a lot of things as well and you have been most understanding. Even though we only shared less than 6 month getting to know each other, I felt like as if I have known you longer than that. The trust and friendship you’ve given me, I cannot expect anything more. I value you a lot more than you think I am and you should know that. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah (that’s like and extension of  my name…XP), a smart girl who appears out of nowhere sometimes and when she decides to be funny, she turns sarcastically funny! LOL… with the things she can come up with.  For making jokes about me (yes…you’ve prolly hurt me once or twice…LOL) I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasif, an ultimate man-bitch who has connections nearly everywhere, who knows more of my old-friends/schoolmates than I do. Whose sarcasm and critics outmatches no one or everyone. And also who has been kind enough to drive us to penang to share memorable moments with us. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm… now about my new closest friends consisting me, najeem, hasif, ezila, rita and aqilah. Three of which I’ve voiced out my gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Najeem, the Maldivian presidents’ relative whom I would expect to run for the same position in the near future…LOL. Who’s been with us nearly most of the time and who’s been merry and chummy (I don’t know If I’m spelling it right) with me. You’ve been a great friend and a close one. You taught me a lot about minor things that proves to be most important at certain times.  If anything, I feel like that not only we share the same birth date but we share a common understanding on how we should view ourselves. But if there is anything that you think I might have acted out of line, I’m sorry. But for everything else, the good times we shared with the rest of em, I’m grateful you were around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezi, nothing much to say about you. We fought a lot, we dealt with our arguments. We maintained our friendship and we share our happiness and sorrows. Other than nudgey, you have been close to me and you have witnessed a lot of me that only my bests of friends could see. You read me like a book and you understood me most in our little group. If it wasn’t because of you, I have not met the others, I would not done the things I’ve done this sem (dancing, singing…in public..etc) and most of all I would have failed to see how wonderful it is to share joy of events with friends. You’ve expanded my monash network to the business and arts faculty! (arts + business = ??? xp).  You are most important to me. Thank you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are my old friends who have been around to punch in some good cool jokes to entertain me. Yasir, Alex, Tseng Yang, Kin Foong, Nazliah, Jason ng and Sara…you guys/girl are funny and helpful… you know how to make a happy person happier and how to beat the ego down of someone… lol… joking. I hope this will last and everything will turn out fine for all of us, be it exams or friendship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-280291345022455067?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/280291345022455067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=280291345022455067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/280291345022455067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/280291345022455067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/11/semester-2-2008.html' title='Semester 2-2008'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-8511892289243413801</id><published>2008-10-29T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T09:11:08.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>I am content. With everything that's happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, i was always in a mess... unsure of everything. but now I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam had a good start. I am content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My revision has proven me worthy. I am content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been meaningful. I am content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My activities have been eventful. I am content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have been great. I am content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of this things stated above, with daily.doses.of.u, I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all prior to God's grace and i am grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-8511892289243413801?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/8511892289243413801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=8511892289243413801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8511892289243413801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/8511892289243413801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-400668576607615768</id><published>2008-10-25T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:46:40.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPPIII</title><content type='html'>i notice even malay movies are producing this issue of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t mean that the ones you think you will end up with will provide you the happiness you need”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPI gave me the idea. well it's more like "it's not wrong to rethink your decisions before you give in". one of the actress had a very nice dialogue... "i thought i knew of what i want in this life, but till i met you i don't know if it was right to begin with"... and she my friends, is one desirable actress. too bad she's married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probably, this issue is a current concern? too many people put up the wrong foot and ended up in a pithole. and it's always those who spends most time with the characters who ended up being their meant to bes... maybe it's a message to all asking people to observe properly cuz, it's never too late to change till...it's too late of course...LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-400668576607615768?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/400668576607615768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=400668576607615768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/400668576607615768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/400668576607615768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/seppiii.html' title='SEPPIII'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-7691578973567411707</id><published>2008-10-25T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:28:20.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Review: Enchanted</title><content type='html'>Oh fine, here’s an honest review on Enchanted. In my opinion, they just wanna tell you that nothing is predictable and destined as you’d think it should be. And please don’t dream too much! Ooh, and unless you’re stupid, start thinking for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole storyline just tells you that it doesn’t matter who you end up with, what matters is that you’re comfortable with them. And seriously, don’t think that just because you think you like/love them it doesn’t mean that they’re the one for you. Don’t dream or think that you can pull it off with someone you barely spend time with hence the one day marriage proposal. Love or relationships works strongly when you understand each other, and when you feel that you can be yourself or express most of your emotions to. Gisele could only smile and hop around with Edward but she shares most of her burden, anger, anguish, unhappiness with the other guy as well as happy moments.  So happily ever after can happen with the person you don’t expect it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters carry symbolic meaning and issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele: shows happiness is the best feeling for everyone. She shows that as long as one person considers something, they can change the way they want to live their lives. But she’s imperfect you see, as you start doubting your feelings, she realizes that she cannot love prince charming the same anymore when she could have if she’s stuck in fairyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: A symbol of confidence and pure luck! (lol on that one). He’s a lucky dude to be born free of worries and he’s confident of what he wants. But he takes himself for granted, knowing that someone likes him, he thinks it’s gonna stay that way. Sure he went after her but it doesn’t mean she will still if he acts the same way, so full of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd guy: pretty much he is Hope. If all else fail, those who are always by your side always loves you most. And those who understand the other more shows that they are willing to share the load. And the fact they made him a father figure shows that he’s a responsible person to both his daughter and soon his new found love. But they made him a player (Nancy) but to show that as long as you maintain your honest ways, it’s always the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more but I’m too lazy to type. These 3 are most important characters anyway. it’s like the saying they always carry around “Most of the time, those nearest to you are your meant to be” and they showed it in the movie. And best of all, they could still carry the “Happily ever after” with a twist! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t mean that the ones you think you will end up with will provide you the happiness you need”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more on my opinions on the movie, ask me…I’ll talk! Saves me energy…LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-7691578973567411707?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/7691578973567411707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=7691578973567411707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7691578973567411707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/7691578973567411707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/true-review-enchanted.html' title='True Review: Enchanted'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-430179507618142218</id><published>2008-10-25T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:00:56.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scientific Logic behind ENCHANTED</title><content type='html'>I ‘ve finally watched the Disney movie: Enchanted and I have to say that it is quite the extraordinary. Unlike any other movie that we have watched, this movie pretty much depicts what is an ideal case in reality and breaks away the norm of a fairy tale.  Disney probably came up with the experiment to see if the abnormal fantasy will whisk away the feet of the audience since apparently the normal ones seemed oh-so-cliché already. Here’s a possible experimental investigation report:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IDEAL reality love story experiment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objective:  To put up the “Happily ever after” banner in every Disney related story via the “true kiss” punch line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manipulated parameters: The Queen, The “Peter Pettigrew” guy (can’t remember his name here), The daughter, The squirrel and Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactive parameters: Gisele, Prince Edward and the main guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparatus a.k.a props: The settings, the ‘red’ shiny apple and the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothesis: If princess beautiful is introduced two eligible bachelors, the later one will win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure a.k.a plot: &lt;br /&gt;1. Show Gisele, meets Edward (make him stupid) and let them decide to get married after a tree-falling incident&lt;br /&gt;2. Make the queen the antagonist and let her pull pranks on Gisele. Make her win once so that the story could continue&lt;br /&gt;3. Intro the 2nd guy who’s gonna win gisele’s heart and make him not like her at first so it wouldn’t be so boring. Let the relationship term stays as “friends” because she’s SUPPOSEDLY have a groom to marry&lt;br /&gt;4.  Make him see her naked once so that he finds her attractive enough should he ever decide to like her (obviously!)..ooh and make him have a girlfriend to make the plot more complicated and indirectly adding Nancy so that she can at least save the prince’s ass when he gets rejected. And her hopelessly romantic so she’s always in Disney mood.&lt;br /&gt;5. Make Gisele and guy no.2 spend a few platonic nights only to realize that she wants him. And him to realize the next morning that “damn! I should’ve just sealed the deal last night”. &lt;br /&gt;6. Twist of fate, before they could progress, all 4 main characters bump into each other. Here’s where the filler characters come in play. The queen’s admirer tries to get the on the queen ‘back’ side by attempting murder (notice even if he succeeds, somehow the real world has no regulations against murderers of andalasia on andalasia-ns). And the daughter acts as the catalyst to a perplexed feeling of love and guilt in daddy’s little heart by saying “I’ll miss her soo much”.&lt;br /&gt;7. Make sure Gisele doesn’t die so they can bring the queen to the real world when Disney could have saved some money on another actress’s salary and put it in their pockets for good. And make sure the red shiny apple moment comes. &lt;br /&gt;8. Make Gisele wants to be Gisele Bundchen by making her the odd one out in a oh-so-disney ball called ‘Kings and Queens’. And now the red shiny apple moment comes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Since there are two guys after her now, make the 1st guy get the 1st , 2nd and so forth kisses but the 2nd guy wakes her up  with the “one true” punch line kiss. &lt;br /&gt;10. Make queen angry and die of more on agony than some lazy combat scene where mr.squirrel saves humans’ butts.&lt;br /&gt;11. Now, switch couples and make it look like there are no hatred or vengeance under planning! Hence, they all live “Happily Ever After”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results: New stuffs! Critics love the complicated Disney love story and audience thinks they can relate to this movie. SUCCESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Make more of this two world’s story and add pointed ears and more arrows. These days people like these things because love doesn’t go one way, they always have a return ticket with them… that’s how divorce attorneys come about anyway. “Save us save you” or “Get your love back” or “Get a life!”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-430179507618142218?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/430179507618142218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=430179507618142218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/430179507618142218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/430179507618142218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/scientific-logic-behind-enchanted.html' title='The Scientific Logic behind ENCHANTED'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-5314562111461846415</id><published>2008-10-17T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:09:42.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exammmsss!!!</title><content type='html'>WOW… that’s all I can say for now. It’s the end of week 13 so by schedule, I have completed this semester and only the final paper left to be dealt with. I cannot believe that this is the end. I have been introduced to a great deal of things this semester which I think I’ll save it till we actually reach the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week and last week has been an eye opener, so many things out in the open, so many problems and worries, so many expressions have been shown. I cannot believe I am who I am now, but somehow am grateful for how I have turned out to be. I can’t believe that great friends appear in my life while I’m studying in one of the most cutthroat university in Malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, life has not been all that pleasant when I reminisce of the past week and of current. Beyond happiness appear fear and guilt, beyond satisfaction invites greed and jealousy, and beyond friendship comes doubt and lies. It’s pressure man! LOL… this is how much life can be so much of a drama that you can’t help but compare you to “The Bold and the Beautiful”. I hope this ends quick cause I have already given up, or rather decided to follow the flow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please just make a decision… give a verdict and let us all live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... HAPPY STUDYING FOR YER EXAMS PEOPLE!GOOD LUCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-5314562111461846415?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/5314562111461846415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=5314562111461846415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5314562111461846415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/5314562111461846415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/exammmsss.html' title='Exammmsss!!!'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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-1481188005187620760.post-1812441029877035170</id><published>2008-10-02T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:27:51.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination ON, progress OFF – 2nd day of Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>I’m not doing a single thing right now even though I know that there are mountains of assignments present for me to complete before the week of torment starts again. I can fathom if I’m only required to hand in me assignments on friday but all 4 on Monday?! Someone explain to me which part of the week sounds like celebrating hari raya to you? Sheesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a suggestion, if you really wanted to make this week a mid-sem break week, why not fit it in after the 6th week? Which is by theory or pure logic falls between week 1 and week 12! Week 13 cannot be counted mind you as all lectures should have ended by week 12. It is mind boggling as to how the university administration can think of way on how to exploit one of the nation’s biggest festival celebrations so that they could keep to the 14 weeks per sem bullshyt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is what my opinion of Hari Raya / Eid Mubarak has been for me for the past 3 years… it’s been lively on the first few hours ONLY. Mainly because I get to taste food somewhere around 8 am and 12 pm and not during wee hours in the morning. Of course getting those green packets filled with paper notes counts as a blessing of the festive occasion. But as I grow older, the number of those packets have reduced exponentially… sobs* . HOWEVER, the eve of Eid I’ll be forced to study and the night of it I’ll be forced to tinkle my little big brain to complete my work. Oh happy jolly feeling of Hari Raya Aidilfiri… unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend wrote about empathizing on the conditions of those worse off than us, but they do still have hope in making Eid Mubarak a worthwhile event. If let’s say having one extra person around them, with no money but surely the company counts more no? They can still be happy EVERY year… but in this age or era, the pursuit of knowledge has post more of a threat than a gift. Just imagine, we have to get our level of knowledge accredited and that means giving up on those happy and joyful events so that we can obtain marks to get us through the semester. I love studying no doubt but 3 years of compromising all this? Always rushing by the 2nd or 3rd day of raya just because I need to finish my work? I have to wait for 4 years to be happy again?! It’s like bittersweet love man… no pain no gain. That sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this won’t happen again next year… I really wanna go Singapore! Sheesh, things that hinders you from your needs… and wants…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EID MUBARAK EVERYONE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1481188005187620760-1812441029877035170?l=grizzlystories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/feeds/1812441029877035170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1481188005187620760&amp;postID=1812441029877035170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1812441029877035170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1481188005187620760/posts/default/1812441029877035170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grizzlystories.blogspot.com/2008/10/procrastination-on-progress-off-2nd-day.html' title='Procrastination ON, progress OFF – 2nd day of Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Aqel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09965849288352324318</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></feed>
