<?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-6665683</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:26:56.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emjay- misjewelz</title><subtitle type='html'>the mind blog (",) and other likings of missJeweLz</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-966433672082924487</id><published>2009-04-03T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:06:55.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved to missjewelz.wordpress.com</title><content type='html'>moved to http://missjewelz.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-966433672082924487?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://missjewelz.wordpress.com' title='Moved to missjewelz.wordpress.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/966433672082924487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=966433672082924487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/966433672082924487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/966433672082924487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2009/04/moved-to-missjewelzwordpresscom.html' title='Moved to missjewelz.wordpress.com'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-112788709516221014</id><published>2005-09-28T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T20:46:59.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shah alam 10k 2005</title><content type='html'>salamz.. i went home last weekend .legally this time..hehehe..got to spend time with the family ! and gotta join d run in Shah Alam. it was a fantastic weekend..! reached gombak around 5pm,was at home around 6pm.8pm off to Ahmad's surprise party ! Ahmad is one of my lil cousins.well that he's 16 this year,he's no lil anymore lah.anyway,it was a great evening for me,my siblings and other cousins.the food was good..yeah,fantastic and yummy chicken chop,steak,salad..had 2 helpings..ayyoo..i was totally focusing on my main course while others are already starting dessert.anyway,party started soon after din din was over..dancing&amp;karaoke.. which i didn't join !!! ayya..fully loaded with the good food in my tummy lah..snucked out4a frappucino at coffee bean,kak Diha came. and imee didn't want to be left behind,so she joined too !!! hehe..it was kinda fun coz its a rare occasion me,n my other 2 cousins get to gether,in my car , going out just for take-away drink and come back !! fun fun fun...haha..nvm,all that im saying is that i appreciate those rare but precious moments lah. next day,went riding !! Anter,Princess..princess was so fast ! anter was much better ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that afternoon history was about to reveal itself !!! heheh..managed a get-together with 3 of my ole skool mates... !!!!!!!!!!! imagine after 12 years tak jumpa,and suddenly these 3 ladies were at my place , catching on old times, exchanging the latest updates ! afina never stopped talking about her guy ! Teta just got a job at Citibank !!! congrats dear !!! while amy is thinking which job offer should she accept ! way to go lady !! humm..and as for me...still studying here in IIUM..well,different people goes thru different path thru their life .right ?! around 5.30pm we headed for polo club together with my siblings.. hafiz joined us a few minutes after we arrived.everyone was cool,and we watched polo ! later showed them around the stables.afina managed to ride on 1 of dad's horses..ahaha..well,suddenly i became the unofficial guide for RSPC..haha..amy and teta with their endless questions about the club and world of riding.ahakz..like i know so much !!?! but i did try my best lah. that eve,had dinner at home..and uhm, slept early coz i was so tired !!! and after a long and memorable day.memorable...yeah... but only 1 part menyampah..coz i saw 'him'..but wuttaheck lah..it was just one of those instance menyampahness which i felt everytime i see sum1 who had done much damage2my life.but then,life goes on,and ive to learn to stand up to it no matter how hard or painful it can be... i slept early coz the day after ive to run Shah Alam 10k !!!! yeay !!! it was my 2nd 10k. the first was was earlier this year ; Larian Mesra Rakan Cop 2005 at the KL police hq.but for this one i didnt do much training..! but i was excited as hell.woke up around 5am coz 5.30am hafta leave the house.the run starts at 7am but hafta leave early coz ive to get my t-shirt from jaja at uitm seksyen 2.got my t-hirt&amp;number ,changed , and then headed for dataran Shah Alam..to those who havent been to dataran shah alam,i think its worth a drive to this part of Shah Alam..beautiful place i tell      &lt;br /&gt;you.and 56hoperoad270the sultan salahudin mosque..breathtaking !!!! sampai kat dataran shah alam tuh,did a lil bit stretching,and headed for the starting line..i missed half of the senamrobik..so,tak kisah lah..i was already excited to start ! so there i was at the start line. pakciks surrounding me..haha..all look so tuff&amp;strong despite their age..and Khir Toyo , (yeah,the selangor MB) was less then 3 m away from me,on a stage built just for the starting.. the gun cracked,and off we go !!!!!!!! the track wasn't as challenging as the larian mesra rakan cop.not much of junctions..only straight roads...just the hill part susah siket.. my thigh wasn't that strong to run up the hill,so i brief walked whenever i come to a steep hill lah..kay...at the start of the race,ramai malay gurls/ladies ..but after 20 minutes not only the malays ,but the chinese female participants gradually disappeared from my sight..not dissolved in to thin air lah..hahah..basically,i was in the middle group together with other male participants from the A category !!!! ayyaa.. anyway,i just kept a constant pace throughout the run.konon bawa shuffle,but didnt have time to put it on lah !! so,it was there in my pocket.!5km mark &gt;&gt; 100 plus ! grabbed 2 cups..yeah,running and drinking.teruk kan.haha..but both went IN the bin after that lah..and any public run pon,all the rubbish they left behind is unquestionnable.macam tak sah je not to haf rubbish all over the place everytime ada public event..wuteva.. kay..there was no sign which says how far we've ran,but as soon as i saw the wisma MBSA,i knew i will reach the finishing line soom.haha..lari ,lari....!!!.one more HUGE roundabout to go b4 the straight road towards the finish line..2 minutes later i was THERE ! got the cert. ... better part,it wasnt just the certificate,but i could feel the weight of the medal in the plastic cover !! hehe..finisher medal !!!!! 56hoperoad278managed to see my placing from the officer  who was standing at the finishing lane.i got 24th place ! hehe..oklah tuh ! MBSA had 100 finisher medal  for each category !!! i was never concerned bout timing.,but this time i actually took a look at my watch..approximately an hour..i dunno how bad or good this is,but i think its cool enuff for beginners like me.got my free drinks ;milo &amp; 100 plus..and also free The Star !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,after that terus balik.missed the speech given by MB selangor.. @ home helped iskandar with his homework.lunch was @ home that day..in d  eve watched polo 4d last time b4 i headed back to ktn.wasnt much of polo watching tho that day..was talking with to syazna,my sis &amp; dad.and when it was time to leave4d airport,kissed my siblings goodbye,then off i went.. indeed it was such a wonderful weekend.i enjoyed every bit of it. (".) to teta,amy,afina,&amp;hafiz,thanks for coming.luv y'all !! to my siblings(if ever ur gonna read my blog) thanks for being at the best of ur behavior.love&amp;miss you all already..!!! to other ppl who's reading this,do make it a point to spend a quality weekend with ur family/frens and get to do what u wanted to do so badly.. i gotta spend time with my family,n old frens,and i gotta run !!!! hehe.. we may be busy with work,studies or attending to other wolrdly affairs,but remember moments such as the ones ive experienced the recent weekend doesnt come around that often if u know what i mean.always cherish the moments coz we don't know when the next time it'll come again.if it ever comes again lah. as for now,im back to uni life..will be focusing on the next coming test and of course the dreaded finals ! wouldnt be running till november , coz tak lama lagi Ramadhan !!!!!! the next run is on th 20/11 ..in Ipoh ! nt sure if im going to join that 1 or not..kaylah,enuff for now..nanti boring plak cerita panjang2 nieh.adios !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-112788709516221014?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sojulie82.blogs.friendster.com/sojulie82/' title='shah alam 10k 2005'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/112788709516221014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=112788709516221014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/112788709516221014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/112788709516221014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2005/09/shah-alam-10k-2005.html' title='shah alam 10k 2005'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-111884081227630177</id><published>2005-06-15T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:17:03.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you be there when we need you ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;i've voluntarily stuck myself on the cool office chair in this computer lab since 5.30pm..the time shown on the desktop right now is 8.38pm..well , that's a generous time i'm spending with my buddy Dell.well yeah , lately Dell's been a pal..helps me out with my assignments ,teaches me how to decorate mty room in a more stylish and cool manner , and yeah , help me meet my mentor when it comes to journal writing and blogging.well , this love-blog/egroup-which means u've got to be online always- phenomenon really hit me in the head till one time i decided to put a halt to it , and consider alternatives..alternatives which will risk the 'bond' which i've carefully sealed with my buddy Dell.. Dell's not mad at me at all , because Dell's cool.He said " ur wise enough to manage ur life , so stick to that.there's no one to tell you that you're wasting your time with me except for yourself , if that's what you choose to think. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go Dell !! i really appreciate that . than i replied to him , 'there are times when u need to restrain yourself from doing certain things, not because you dislike the thing, but there are reasons to it'.i said 'Dell , i've been busy with my family during the holiday , so involved in family affairs , helping siblings with their homeworks , go shopping or catch a movie with them.you're not the only one with this problem.i've another friend , compaq's the name.he suffered much more than you did.he was by my side day and night.without fail.he entertained me with the music which he got for me freely , he helped me out when i needed to chat with my other friends.and yeah , that's bout it.and when mom calls me from upstairs (since my room is downstairs)..wham !! i just shut him off just like that.now , thats pure humiliation to a friend who's been such a good company and benefit to me. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than Dell replied , ' you're right missy..i agree with you.you have to be in accordance .minute ,time , space,opportunity , which ever is allowing.i hope you treat me and compaq well , better . whatever it is , its up to you . if you think me and compaq will do you good , just come to us .. we'll always be there for you when u need us.but will you be there when we need you ?? ' .. 'well now...' i replied 'thats a tricky one..'.........end of story ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story , don't abuse your friendship with anyone.or anything.too close ties have to be watched carefully because they are at higher risk of being disturbed and..yeah ..loosen..humm..and one more thing , not all friendship or companionship do us good.. depends on which and what 'type' of friendship we're involved in..if we see ourselves gaining benefit as the time progresses , there's no harm in continuing that friendship ..but if otherwise , better consider quick before you drown yourselves in the quicksand..we don't realize things because they happen so quickly..and even if they were slower , they pass unnoticed !! well , that's how i see life from this perspective.&lt;br /&gt;hikz...im beginning to like my own story..twist my own head before yours !! what made me write what you just read , is ...because...i'm into journal writing n blogging .again.well, it did stop before..because i was too lazy to think and write.talk about time..?!! well,its better to write something fruitful from these neurons rather than browse without purpose or simple zero chat ?! right?? DO forgive me if i am wrong.its only my opinion.anyway , i hope all of you have enjoyed reading my gila article about my friendship with Dell and Compaq.i guess you know them too !!&lt;br /&gt;gracias and have a nice day ! Ciao !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-missJeweLz-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-111884081227630177?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/111884081227630177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=111884081227630177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/111884081227630177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/111884081227630177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2005/06/will-you-be-there-when-we-need-you.html' title='will you be there when we need you ?'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-110222649980806170</id><published>2004-12-05T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T10:19:15.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress de-stress and the rest of it..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is full of surprises and challenges and when you're in the middle of it solutions aren’t always easy to find. Some get energized when expectations are intensified, others just fall apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a short story that i would like to share with all of you.. of course it has got to do with the title and the first paragraph which you've just read. i agree the notion that life IS full of surprises and challenges.AND unexpected things do happen when we never expected it to happen.most recent occurence was merely a day ago. and i shall not forget about it for the rest of the my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told an old friend of mine about a week ago that i'm coming to visit and sleep over at her campus(as in her room lah..). she said,you're &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; welcomed,anytime.i marked her words,planned my trip and off i go..when i informed her that i was half way towards her location,she replied telling me that it would be impossible that i could get pass the security as for it was already late night and that it was against the rule that an 'outsider' to 'sleep over'..well,rules are there..of course its there.but this is a situation whereby someone from 'far'comes ..but if that's the kind of reply you get from a good friend of yours,plus the fact you are not even a student of that campus,of course you wouldn't want to let your friend into trouble JUST because you're coming to visit.well, i thought positively that it would be okay if i put my plans into a halt, and think of an alternative way of how/where i'm going to spend the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;strong&gt;sheer&lt;/strong&gt; luck that another gurl friend of mine was at home (about 15 minutes drive from the campus).i contacted her and informed her of my situation.she agreed to come and fetch me,WORRIED , that anything would happen to me for i was at the commuter station alone plus the fact it was already near midnite. i waited , waited anxiously till she finally arrived.alhamdulillah! my heart shouted.. that night's experience really thought me something.. a close or so called 'good' friend, means nothing subjectively.both gurl friends which i wrote about in this short story is the proof that it doesn't have to be your close friend who's gonna help you when help is needed..and that good friend doesn't have to be among your closest friends or amongst them which you've known for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;wouldn't&lt;/strong&gt; say i'm bragging of my 'bad luck'.. but i would say that it is good luck for its very seldom that we see the 'true' sides of the word called 'friendship'..which isn't always beautiful as potrayed. and that night i got the chance to see that true side..&lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Our&lt;/em&gt; everyday talks brought the sunlight through my windows.&lt;em&gt;Our&lt;/em&gt; deepest secrets are shared with each other.When times get rough, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; were always by my side.Someone new walked in the picture.Friendship starts to get blurry.It seems as if that someone was your leader and you followed.&lt;em&gt;You &lt;/em&gt;started to change your ways to be just like your leader.You were not the same again.The sunlight stopped shining through my window.And when times got rough, you weren't there anymore.Friends became strangers.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-110222649980806170?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/110222649980806170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=110222649980806170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/110222649980806170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/110222649980806170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/12/stress-de-stress-and-rest-of-it.html' title='stress de-stress and the rest of it..'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-109296296228132149</id><published>2004-08-20T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T08:49:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADAM MEDUSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the land of shadows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comes a dreadful sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady with the marble smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spirit of the nightSee the scourge of innocence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swinging in her hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hear the silent suffering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That echoes through the land&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the tombs of ignorance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of hate and greed and lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through the smoke of sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch her figure rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sick the poor the old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basking in her radiance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men of blood and gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In her bloody footsteps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speculators prance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men of dreams are praying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For that second chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Round her vacant features&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilded serpents dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her tree of evil knowledge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sprouts a special branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madam Medusa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madam Medusa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madam Medusa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knock her right down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then she bounce right back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knock her right down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then she bounce right back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She gone off her head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We`ve got to shoot her dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She gone off her head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We`ve got to shoot her dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run for your life before she eat you alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run for your life before she eat you alive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move out of the way cos`s you`re blocking out the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move out of the way cos`s you`re blocking out the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-109296296228132149?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/109296296228132149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=109296296228132149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/109296296228132149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/109296296228132149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/08/madam-medusa.html' title='MADAM MEDUSA'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108985303604982318</id><published>2004-07-15T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T08:57:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>The love of the Beloved&lt;br /&gt;must be unconditionally returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you claim love&lt;br /&gt;yet oppose the Beloved,&lt;br /&gt;then your love is but a pretence.&lt;br /&gt;You love the enemies of your Beloved&lt;br /&gt;and still seek love in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fight the beloved of your Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this Love or the following of shaytaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True devotion is nothing&lt;br /&gt;but total submission&lt;br /&gt;of body and soul&lt;br /&gt;to One Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have seen humans claim to submit,&lt;br /&gt;yet their loyalties are many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put their trust here, and their hope there,&lt;br /&gt;and their love is without consequence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108985303604982318?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108985303604982318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108985303604982318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108985303604982318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108985303604982318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/07/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108985260024569248</id><published>2004-07-15T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T08:50:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps..</title><content type='html'>I'm on the cusp of another &lt;em&gt;existentialist&lt;/em&gt; crisis. And that means depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not because it's a Thursday. It's not because I've had a bad weekend. And no, it's not because something "happened" to me. It is instigated by something, but I don't want to talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever resolve the conflict that is the question as to the purpose of my life - do I live a balance one? do I strive to be the best I can? do I push to attain my full potential? do I languish in anonymity and mediocrity? do I find satisfaction in being? or is there happiness in living? where does love fit into all this? and if that doesn't exist, what about relationships? and on and on it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurred to me &lt;em&gt;(and not for the first time)&lt;/em&gt; the other day that in my brief existence, I have, in a sense, always got what I needed, and perhaps even deserved (although that is a complicated and sticky concept). And in many ways, in the times that I did not get what I thought I wanted/needed, it has frequently turned out, in hindsight, to be for the better. Yes, I am saying that God/the forces that be/an angel up there loves me and is watching over my best interests... However, I still can't help but feel shortchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three years have been some of the most trying times of my life. They have been years lost in the wilderness, with scant progress, at least not in the normal sense of the word, in any area of my life. In fact, if anything, there has been regression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off wanting so much, carrying with me modest ambitions, conditioned by social expectations and history. I thought of a flowering relationship; an interesting, fulfilling and progressive career; and a dynamic exciting life in a leading developing country. Alas... alas... God, the forces that be, the angel up there, they all thought otherwise. So much of what I had wanted, I have not got, despite trying again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three years have been characterised by stagnation, stasis and monotony. Nothing much has happened. Not much has been gained. Progress and growth are foreign words in a foreign land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of change and movement, the years have been spent consolidating, learning patience, and suffering quietly. Perhaps as in other periods of my life, the lessons learnt now will be required of me in a future phase, warped as it may sound. But one has to look for hope in the tiniest of cracks when everything else is so dark. And this, after all, is optimism...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there is a point to all this. &lt;strong&gt;Perhaps&lt;/strong&gt; it has all been intended. Perhaps God, the forces that be, the angel up there know what they're doing. Perhaps years later, I will look back in hindsight and realise (decide?) that is was all for the best&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/6665683-108985260024569248?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108985260024569248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108985260024569248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108985260024569248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108985260024569248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/07/perhaps.html' title='perhaps..'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108943011788498430</id><published>2004-07-10T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T11:44:18.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>90/10 Principle</title><content type='html'>salamz.i read the following article this morning.it's a forwarded email from ataj72@tm.net.my . the value from this article sorta lap with my previous post.so without further due,please read on.gracias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "Have you read this before? Discover the &lt;strong&gt;90/10 Principle&lt;/strong&gt;. It will change your life (at least the way you react to situations) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;What is this principle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  10% of life is made up of &lt;em&gt;what happens to you&lt;/em&gt;. 90% of life is decided by&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;how you react&lt;/em&gt;. What does this mean? We really have no control over 10% of&lt;br /&gt;  what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane&lt;br /&gt;  will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us&lt;br /&gt;  off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%.The other 90% is&lt;br /&gt;  different. You determine the other 90%.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  How?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;By your reaction, you cannot control a red light.,but you can control&lt;br /&gt;your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Let's use an example.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You are eating &lt;strong&gt;breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; with your family. Your daughter knocks over a&lt;br /&gt;cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just what happened. What happens when the next will be determined by how you react.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;curse&lt;/strong&gt;. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over.&lt;br /&gt;She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work.You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 (traffic fine) away, you arrive at school. Your&lt;br /&gt;daughter runs into the building &lt;strong&gt;without saying goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you &lt;strong&gt;forgot your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;briefcase&lt;/strong&gt;. Your day has started terrible. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home,When you arrive home, you find small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of your reaction in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;  B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;  C) Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;  D) Did &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; cause it?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The answer is D.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You had no control over what happened with the coffee. How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.Here is what could have and should have happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It's ok&lt;/strong&gt; honey, you just need to be more careful next time". Grabbing a&lt;br /&gt;towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You and your spouse kiss before you go to work. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff.Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? Two different scenario. Both started the same.Both ended different.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Because of how you REACTED. You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% were determined by your reaction. Here are some says to apply the 90/10 principle.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;If someone says something negative about you, don't be a &lt;strong&gt;sponge&lt;/strong&gt;. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc. How do you reach if someone cuts you off in traffic?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Do you lose your temper?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Pound on the steering wheel? (A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Do you curse?&lt;br /&gt;  Does your blood pressure skyrocket?&lt;br /&gt;  Do you try and bump them?&lt;br /&gt;  WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work?&lt;br /&gt;  Why let the cars ruin your drive?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Why lose sleep and get irritated?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job. The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day.Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant? She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out? It will just make things worse. Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results.&lt;br /&gt;You will lose nothing if you try it.The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.The result?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials,problems and heartache. There never seem to be a success in life. Bad days follow bad days. Terrible things seem to be constantly happening. There is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships. Worry consumes time. Anger breaks friendships and life seems dreary and is not enjoyed to the fullest. Friends are lost. Life is a bore and often seems cruel. Does this describe you? If so, do not be discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be different!Understand and apply the 90/10 principle. It will change your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108943011788498430?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108943011788498430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108943011788498430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108943011788498430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108943011788498430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/07/9010-principle.html' title='90/10 Principle'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108908640375129604</id><published>2004-07-06T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T09:34:55.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash,Crush and Crish</title><content type='html'>well the title doesn't sound interesting does it?hikzz.i'm skipping the seminar for a little while.I've loads to share with whoever happen to read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cRAsh : nEarly crashed at d volleyball court yesterday. but d team managed to win after 3 sets! humm..not bad for a first timer.never entered one before.team mates ; sofia,cemah(the pros),jirah,azlin and myself.no training,juz zoomed in!and now my right hand is suffering.we played against 4th year yesterday.and i'm not sure when's the next match gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crUsh : well,i'm sick of hearing people talking about crushes.and i'm even scared when i'm the one who's having a crush.hikz,don't worry,i won't write of what you think i'm going to write.it'll be too embarassing!hahaah..hum,well,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crish&lt;/strong&gt; :"Urban Dictionary is a slang dictionary with your definitions. Define your world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very odd girl with a cool sense of humor and again...an odd girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl was being very &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Crish"&gt;Crish.&lt;/a&gt;&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/6665683-108908640375129604?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108908640375129604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108908640375129604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108908640375129604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108908640375129604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/07/crashcrush-and-crish.html' title='Crash,Crush and Crish'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108815146757717371</id><published>2004-06-25T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T16:17:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNs of Life</title><content type='html'>the unaccountable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that cannot be explained.we have and we are going through the &lt;strong&gt;unaccountables&lt;/strong&gt;.Many things in life ,past presence and the near future are unaccountable.Unaccountable doesn't share the same meaning as unpredictable, so please do not get confused. At times we are not even aware when ,where and how unaccountable events in life occur,what more if it is 'naturally'occuring to us.Why does Allah Almighty creates some thing easy for our brain to accept and absorb, and certain things left for us to grill on ? Take the presence of human and the existence of planets for example. Over the centuries,people including some called &lt;em&gt;scientist&lt;/em&gt; have raised and called upon hypothesis, theories , experiments and ideas of how human or planets came to existence. As a person holding to the belief, that Allah Almighty is the creator of all existence, it is obvious to me that certain creations of Allah are left unexplainable, not unless we believe in Him.The Qur'an is a miracle and bless to us all.Having strong faith,reading,understanding the contents of the Qur'an will most likely answer the unaccountables I've mentioned before. Be it scientific or non scientific issues. Unlike some other religion which only presses on spirituality,Islam is just the opposite.Islam is a way of life.It is practical,and not to be left in the heart alone.I'm writing this because I feel without Islam , we the weak creatures will easily give up in life.The &lt;strong&gt;amazing mind&lt;/strong&gt; that Allah has bestowed on us wasn't created just to fill our skull .It is there so that we can utilise it.But do bear in mind that this gift from Allah have to be used with much respect and care. Certain things are beyond our capability to understand what more to accept.Here comes the concept of humbleness.If there's no such concept like this one,everyone would be boasting of the lastest 'discovery',and even mention things which are not even true.We may think our brainwork is so superb that we do not care of the truth.Come to think of it, it only happens if we dob't strongly believe that up there , is our creator ,Allah Almighty.I am not sure if my sentences are too subjective.Not all things come in black and white.And not all things comes tangled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why i wrote this at the first place.I do love to write especially when I'm stressed out.&lt;em&gt;Letters,diary,journals&lt;/em&gt;..it all helps ,in a way.But this time,with this topic,its so unaccountable ! In this current life,as a medical undergraduate,many things always make me confused,unsure,uncertain. Why why why? In the lectures also,why why why.. But those WHYs in the lectures is  to understand things which is already printed out in books and also which have been understood by the doctors and researches.The WHYs outside lecture hall is not found in textbooks.But i also do believe,if we keep on asking Why too much,it'll brings more problem making rather than problem solving.I am sure you have come across such events.When we are beginning an argument,all the WHYs will be lining up,already roaring their engines waiting for the Green go.Some people are like this all the time.Some people are like this at certain times,depending on the situation obviously.Basically,this WHY thingy have to be at the appropriate timing and condition.It is beneficial when Dr Imad attacks us with the WHY bullet after bullet.It test our understanding of the subject,how much we've absorbed the lectures and revision.Compare it with the &lt;strong&gt;WHYs&lt;/strong&gt; when our Akademi Fantasia idol lost the 4th or final round.Gee,I pity those who goes for entertainment magazines or even Hello!, Malaysian Tatler,and all other materials or multimedias on the same boat.So obsessed with people's life,try to copy or even set example from the so called glamour people!Its true that most people are being too much of a materialistic freak nowadays. One would go to the 5 corners of the globe if the new Fendi or Louis Vuittion has ran out of stock in Malaysia or Singapore.The WHYs here are ignored.The WANT is more.But those out of the circle will be asking the WHYs.See,things don't come in black and white.I've mentioned that and I'm repeating it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of WHYs don't do good.Too little WHYs don't do good also.So what ?? Well,we don't ask too much or too little,because we are not suppose to be ignorant creatures.If we were to be ignorant,where comes family,where comes community? Where comes justice? The 11th september event surely has turned many of the &lt;strong&gt;ignorant&lt;/strong&gt; heads.. But as things settle down, we become ignorant again.Too much WHYs?well,i don't blame of anyone would ask too much WHYs.if it was for a worthy reason for all,than it can be considered.But if the WHYs are purposeless, and no benefit at all(besides for own satisfaction), might as well not ask! In fact,it makes the person who is attempting to answer fed up or even mad! I do get stuck in these kind of situation.From my point of view,those who are too obsessed with certain things,or those who lack 'basic' knowledge as a Muslim will be asking WHYs for stupid reasons.The 'malas nak layan' reflex returns.If 'layan', then we would be associates of Satan.Not more or less than that.In other words --&gt;'Seangkatan'!From here,try to link it with our anger,amarah.Lagi layan,lagi menjadi right?! Values that fill our life shouldn't be compartmantalize because values are networks that make our life more meaningful.Heartless people does the opposite.Too much compartmantalization,&lt;strong&gt;too much &lt;/strong&gt;of double standards and too much of hipocrasy. the normal and positive human value must be maintained With other people of different colour,background,status or background,.I pity those who live life full of acting.Too much of a drama.Trying to satisfy other people while 'injuring' others.That's why we always say things like 'Jangan sombong','Senyum la sikit'.The least this kind of phrase could do is that it could wake us up with the realization that we do not live the world alone.There need to be communication,link,comfort and also being able to understand human are unique.Different people with different attitude,thinking etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;till then..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108815146757717371?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108815146757717371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108815146757717371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108815146757717371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108815146757717371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/06/uns-of-life.html' title='UNs of Life'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108622753295004300</id><published>2004-05-24T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T09:52:12.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG,BOB AND BYE BYE</title><content type='html'>Salamz. Looks like the holiday IS coming to an end. It is Sunday May 30, 2004. Tomorrow the ‘new year’ begins ! Yikes.. times flies so fast that I don’t even realize it! This holiday sees myself being in touch with old friends. Chia Liang, Alia , Safin , Maya, Cin and Nabil !! So nice talking to you peepz !! everyday online. An uncontrollable thingy when you have 24hr access to these fascilities. Yeah, I sure made full use of it ! heheh..but that deosn’t mean other responsibilities are ignored. Holidays means more time with the family eventhough I’m the only one having a break. Siblings goes to school everyday, dad to work. Accompanying mom to go here and there is also fun ! yet sometimes could be boring. Heheh..but that’s besides the point lar. If you peepz loves horses or watching polo , you should check out the nearest stables or polo club . Horses are beautiful creation of Allah… well, what is not beautiful rite.. this holiday managed to ctach at lest 4 polo matches. Friendly ones. Not so much of a tournament.. wut else bout holiday .. oh yeah, heading towards the end of the holiday can be exciting, and at the same time, can make me feel ‘numb’.. ye lah, mana tak nyer.. ur like running long distance, then tetiber stop.. Inertia still there and you feel like u gotta run some more even the fact is uve come to the end of the ‘journey’..! humm, meaning the mood to go back to school will appear bit delayed ! yikes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, online also means downloading stuffs from the net !! Cribs, music vids and also some songs.. I just found out that Lauryn Hill does resing Sir Bob’s song ! Thus increasing my interest in this genre. To those who listens to it, or at least not reject it like most people reject dangdut even before listening to it, I think you should check out Turn Your Lights Down – Bob Marley feat. Lauryn Hill ! music vid shot at the very studio Bob recorded his songs in Jamaica ! Just a brief yet important reminder I would like to share is .. you should be aware of the lyrics. Some songs from any artists especially the ones from the west , sometimes do have religious elements in them.Kekadang syok sangat with certain tunes that you den’t even realize what you’re singing! And that includes Sir Bob, Beatles and Black Eyed Peas.. alah, y’know  the ‘where’s the love’. Kan ada part ‘father, father send your guidance from above’&lt; something like dat..well the father father part boleh dipertikaikan in the sense of the meaning. That’s their number one hit.. pressing on the issue of terrorism,war,oppression and stuffs. Where is the love? And goes on with  father father..which father huh??and if ur a fan or have a personality whom  ever you like, be it Malcolm X, Napoleon  or Muhammad Ali , it is almost compulsory that you should go through their history. Duh yet true ! Biograpghies does interest me to certain extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browsing thru Britney Spears hate sites ! heheh..did that last nite.. cowabungga ! she has more hates sites than Saddam ! pity her huh..tuh la, kata star,people listen to her music, yet being criticized at the same time.. kao kao punyer lah I tell you. Moral of the story, she’s not a perfect example for your kids or your sister or even yourself !(far from perfect that they even call her slut..yikes..that hurts doesn’t it Britney). Being rich and famous and having all you want isn’t meaningful if you do not take care of yourselves, your ‘image’, relations with other people. And most vital, your relation with the Almighty Creator , Allah Ta’ala.. Ive seen rich , successful people, who lives luxurious life splattered with wealth, due to good career, or for wutever reasons that made them rich and famous,or those in the social lime light. I’m not referring to all, but to those bunch who doesn’t show their thanks and syukur to Allah Almighty. As we grow up, and as we progress in life, we should and must be aware of the word ‘humble’. In fact we are Abdi s to Allah rite. The more successful , happy or healthier we become, the more humble we should be. And that means not boasting what we’ve achieved ,what good suffs we’ve done ! And if rewarded with praises, don’t get riak.. Cos if you do , you are in trouble !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue which caught my attention during the hols ; the Tarikat issue. If you have heard about this Naqshbandi , led by Sheikh Nazim and also Sheikh Hisyam. Both from Cyprus, are very much active especially in the US, UK and also Malaysia. Try browsing thru net net on Naqshbadi tau. You might find it interesting because Naqshbandi is recognized world wide . They do have many followers in Malaysia. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve sort of tagged along someone I know joins this Tariqat . When I  was small I remembered they use to zikr in the dark. Not that the electricity went off ..but they actually switch of the light! Uhmm, I never see it done in Malaysian mosque before,or even in Mecca or Medina, that’s why I find it weird even our Tahajjd or Taubat are done with lights switched off. Kay, may not be intriguing yet for you,kay.. to my next point. Naqshbandi believes in wearing amulet.. a.k.a tangkal a.k.a azimat !!!!! Tak kisah la tarikat mana pon, or mazhab mana sekalipun , in my opinion , azimat itu sememangnya syirik ! Menduakan Allah that is coz its like believing the amulet could actually ward off evil and bad luck from you ! And there’s the sticker thingy where they have Quranic verses on it, produced and supplied to their followers so they can stick it on the wall, window or at the door. Another thing  usually before the Sheikh leaves a ceremony or prayer, there will be this thing whereby those who are near to the Sheikh will hold his shoulder,And the person behind them does the same until the person yang kat belakang skali. ..ayyoo..tak faham betul lah.. don’t  forget to read up about them tau.. its not out in the papers to ban this thing or stuffs.. the Sheikh HAS been to our  PM’a  office,took photo lagik..so,the rest I leave you to THINK.think only tau..i don’t know if the PM knows that the tarikat’s followers wear tangkal.. and people, I’m not writing this just for fun. I’m sticking to what I know, 1st hand !! *Beware,beware*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, go on to my last paragraph.today back to school !! heheh..i do love the Bata’s campaign especially when it’s heading towards the end of school holiday..macam2 promotion ! but no more Bata for me!! Hehehehe.. oh ya, back to campus means less time online ! hehe..betul ker ha?? Betul la..looking forward to meet the new batch.. my next blog insyaAllah will be about the UNs in life.. unfair,un wutever else..bye ! salamz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108622753295004300?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108622753295004300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108622753295004300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108622753295004300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108622753295004300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/05/blogbob-and-bye-bye.html' title='BLOG,BOB AND BYE BYE'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108486778690202750</id><published>2004-05-19T04:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T16:16:05.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday,blog and brunei</title><content type='html'>salamz..erlow there y'all.hikzz..been quite sometimes since i last wrote a long post.My mind waktu cuti ni bercelaru sikit la.Ye la,macam-macam nak dan kena buat.Running errands for my mom and other stuffs.&lt;strong&gt;Cuti&lt;/strong&gt; kali nie walaupun tak travel(like some of my friends),pi Kinabalu lah,pi pulau-pulau dan cuti-cuti Malaysia lah) i still find it interesting!Sabtu lepas,ada gath 2nd batch KMP at KLCC,i was invited by brother Ariff Ameedeen.but I had to let that one go coz I was with my family.Tapi tak kisah la tuh.I've discussed something about 'time with the family' in this blog before,so,I won't touch it just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun reading other people's &lt;strong&gt;blog&lt;/strong&gt; and I tell you their blogs are like so cool!! Especially this Azfar dude.Nak buat blog,write posts is easy,tapi kena ada interest and the creativity..I lack the latter one.HTML should be easy to one of us,but for me,I'm not good at it.Tapi sikit2 bley la kotz.HTML online tutorial does help.So if you peepz out there wanna give it a try, check out this &lt;a href="http://www.davesite.com/webstation/html/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; okay..plus there are free templates which u can actually use to set up ur blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday started quite slow and steady.Had a few family outing which was kinda fun ! I just got myself a new pair of glasses.If it was my wallet,sure dah kering dah.Luckily kat rumah..tuh la the few nice things you get when you're at home. :) I tried kick-boxing today.&lt;strong&gt;Thought&lt;/strong&gt; it was something totally different from other defence art.but actually sts something  like taekwando+silat in  a way,cuma for kickboxing takde la belajar buah asas or wuteva. Hikz..i i haven't work out for like a month now.My last 'exercise' was during the Assunta challenge,and that was it.No jogging or exercise after that.Ditambah lagi dengan cuti 3 minggu nie,takde kerja sangat,duduk rumah,makan,tidur,jalan sket..ayoo.. kepada kawan2 seangkatan, kalu musim cuti tuh,rajin2 la pi jogging,or any kind of riadah..kalu tak lenguh badan.And bila start balik exercise,muscle semua jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's with the post's title??Crown Prince of &lt;strong&gt;Brunei&lt;/strong&gt;.he's actually my friend.hehe..no lar..but I've met him before.His name is Pengiran Muhtadee..(im not sure how to spell pengiran..).Met him during my visit to Brunei in year 1996.&lt;em&gt;(thought i had a crush on him)&lt;/em&gt; .Masa tuh the Sultan's 50th birthday.the sultan invited Michael Jackson to come.I went to watch the concert.It was free.So need to worry of booking or paying for tickets.And i even got the front row seat!beat that.after the concerto,my family and i took photo with jacko.one of the bruneians photographer.the picture entah ker mana..tuh yang tak best tuh.Jerudong park is another place of attraction in tiny oil-rich Islamic sultanate,besides the grand palaces and the Brunei Museum and bagunan alat kebesaran diraja.ive been to the alat kebesaran diraja gallery.it was the Sir Winston Churchill memorial before that.. 'sebagai penghormatan dan kenangan terhadap jasa-jasa Sir Winston Churchill dalam perang dunia ke2..'&lt;-- as quoted in the gallery book which i still keep.1996 was the year Jerudong Park was opened. Cool rides..Free!no entrance fee.Only have to pay 1 brunei dollar for a can drink and thats it.tapi masa pi tuh takde orang!i mean,tak ramai.siket giler.felt like visiting richie rich park.And kalau kat Malaysia the country or state guests are mostly driven in black perdana-s or Mercedes,over there its &lt;strong&gt;Daimler!&lt;/strong&gt;super-rich country(oil&amp;gas reserve).plus the population isn't even 400 thousand!well that's the few wow! facts which i find interesting.Going on to the crown Prince.. he's getting married to a 17yr old Brunei commoner,Sarah Salleh.!!that's the next big event Southeast Asia will be waiting for. to Crown Prince Muhtadee,if you're reading this ,'Congratulations!' ('',) -@}}-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha,korang nak kahwin bila lagi eh?!hehe..for epidemiology assignment last block,for the class data ada field for preferred age of marriage.i put 28.ok la tuh.kay la,really gottago now.chowz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108486778690202750?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108486778690202750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108486778690202750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108486778690202750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108486778690202750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/05/holidayblog-and-brunei.html' title='holiday,blog and brunei'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108408999963061386</id><published>2004-05-09T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T16:57:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starsailor</title><content type='html'>salamz and a good day to all.am at the comp lab.no one here except for..well..me.managed to catch the 12.30noon van helsing show.awesome !!!! phew. 5 outta 5 i say.well,now that exam is FINALLY over,i get to do wuteva i want..heheh.finished 2 days ago.Friday itself most of my classmates went home.Then yesterday morning the 'USM kelantan tour' group left, leaving the 1st year fascilitator team behind.yesterday wuz a ll bit boring.went to the comp lab,wanted to write a new post,but was distracted by visitors from other school visiting the campus.sedikit 'concious'&lt;&lt;1 of the fav sentence of tee kay see yenz.humm..tapi petang semalam best.if you people have been to TC(doh!) maybe its easier to imagine. I went to TC around 5pm with my friend's siblings.Kecik lagi,form 1 sorang,the other 1 primary 5 .we went rock climbing along the shore line.the rocks there ayyo..a lil bit challenging..but we managed to get to the other side yg tak ramai orang pergi though we say at least 2 couples dating.forget about the couples,i went there to see the power of Allah Almighty.the scenery of the rocks,sea,the skyline..humm,very beautiful.. well,regarding the rocks..ada yg macam &lt;a href="http://www.concentric.net/~pretoris/graphics/tlk/full/tlk217.jpg"&gt;Pride Rock (in Lion King)&lt;/a&gt; if you remember. balik tuh ,penat tak ingat.i was more tired than my usual visit to the rocky zones.semalam gatal tak lunch .sent the kids home..ingat nak pi pasar minggu but then penat !!! ended up stuffing nan and fried rice at Taj Point.hehe..puas hati.then balik campus.Slept till morning.bangun 5.40am,woke my roomate,then off to SlumberLand again..darn.sedar2 dah 10.38am..heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay..im gonna be on holiday for 3 weekz!!! hope that this holiday will be better than the previous..plus,dah lama gila tak dapat cuti lama lyke dis..oopzz..mind the spelling.not kewl la..hehe.erm,oh ya,if you notice,on ur left handside is a chat link thingy.do chat with me if im online kay !!!! humm..cuti nie macam-macam plannyer..finish up a book or two..update my page,wutelse..spend time with my family la .per lagik..u know.. i juz find it weird whenever we're on holidays,some of us tend to spend more time outside the house ,not with the family,but with frens or with their bee or gee efz.humm..bukan nak kutuk.serious..cuma nak ngomen siket lar..to those yang berkenaan..i mean,when we're not on holiday,we're at d campus,struggling with our studies..so,apa salahnye,bila balik tuh,spend la masa dengan yang sebaiknya with our family.i always put it like this,there's no more precious group of people in our lives than our family.dah ada family tuh,buat la cara ada family.some other people tak bernasib baik seperti kita.born without family,or lost their family.disease,accidents,humm..where im going to ??  maksud aku,tak semestinya berkurung kat rumah,not like dat arr plz..spend quality time with the family..kay? as for myself,if i go home,i won't go out at all..not without my family.we do go out to the mall or dine out.simply kewl to have the whole family together.my day sometimes he's busy with work,as a family member compensate la . and another thing,i know i don't know when im going to end,or when another member of the family is..i always put it like that.to show our love ,care ,respect and attention to them is not tomorrow,or after we really achieve what we want in life.It is now.That is the happiness of life to me,keeping myself happy by making my family happy and proud that they belong to a much blessed family. to know one of my family member fall sick,or get tangled up with wordly problem does stresses me out.whenever Allah Almighty gives a punishment it isn't usually fall on to 1 particular person.Most probably to the other family members all the whole family it self.Even worse to the coming generations.We might not realise there and then,we might realise it when we ourselves have kids.Our kids may repeat the same thing what we did before..mistreat,undertreat..wutvea which may come possible.I once did a huge mistake.My siblings,boy ..really naughty at times.I couldn't control my anger that time.I slapped my adik..humm..without thinking obviously.My pakcik tegur.He said,this isn't the way..what i did was wrong. Things doesn't have to work out through the hard and harsh way.From then on,I became more positive of treating and taking care of my family in a more responsible manner.Never shout at your parents,never make any sound or utter of disapproval.If tak setuju,cakap terus terang,with adab of course.The beauty of Islam is that we are thought these values..To apply it is not hard.Don't think of what's good for yourself,but whats good for everyone.I know whatever i am typing here may be typical words repeated all the time by our parents ot whoever guides us to the true path.But believe me,it is worth it to stay with me till the end of this paragraph.We may not know what we love until we lose them.That's a fact right?And when we lose it,we cry,eternal grief overlies us.How much worth are our tears and sadness when we lost out beloved ones.Mula nak regret..so,come and think about it okay my friends.Ive known several people who loves their family,but what they get in return is only hate.Who is to blame.God bless you all.Something just came up.A friend of mine just rang a minute ago.He said 'adik -beradik dia baru kena halau dari rumah..'..humm..kay,till next time.&lt;a href="http://pic10.picturetrail.com/VOL347/2100847/4089620/50687421.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pic10.picturetrail.com/VOL347/2100847/4099073/50821864.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108408999963061386?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108408999963061386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108408999963061386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108408999963061386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108408999963061386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/05/starsailor.html' title='starsailor'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108356637294529160</id><published>2004-05-03T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T14:43:52.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abu Darda&lt;/strong&gt; r.a&lt;/strong&gt; berkata,"Saya tidak suka sehingga begini. Iaitu saya memiliki sebuah kedai diperkarangan pintu masjid yang mana setiap waktu solat saya boleh menunaikan solat secara berjemaah, saya akan sibuk dalam zikir dan amalan-amalan yang lain; sementara pada setiap hari dari pendapatan kedai tersebut saya boleh membelanjakan 1ima puluh (50) dinar sebagai sedekah". Ada orang bertanya,"Apakah salahnya?" Beliau menjawab,"Penghisaban akan menjadi panjang".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadrat Sufiyan rah.a&lt;/strong&gt; berkata bahawa orang-orang miskin telah memilih tiga perkara dan orang-orang kaya pun telah memilih tiga perkara. Yang dipilih oleh orang-orang miskin ialah kerehatan diri, kelapangan hati dan perhitungan yang ringan. Orang-orang kaya pula memilih kesusahan diri, hati yang sibuk dan perhitungan yang panjang pada hari kiamat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hadrat Luqman a.s&lt;/strong&gt; pernah menasihati anaknya,"Hendaklah kamu menjual duniamu dengan agama maka kamu akan beruntung didunia dan akhirat; janganlah menjual agamamu dengan dunia nanti kedua-dua dunia dan akhiratmu akan rosak".&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/6665683-108356637294529160?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108356637294529160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108356637294529160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108356637294529160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108356637294529160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/05/they-said.html' title='They said..'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108263466857010874</id><published>2004-04-22T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:55:16.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is my money?</title><content type='html'>this story is according to hadith whose sanat is weak but can be used for preaching purposes(according to Prof Omar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rich man went to Hajj.When he reached Makkah,he took 100 dinar(which he brought) and kept it with a resident of Makkah who in known(and popular) for his honesty.When the rich man came back to take back his money(afer performing his Hajj),he found out that the man has died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the rich man asked the family members,but none of them knew where his money was. So the rich man went to the Ulama' and told them of his situation.He was told to go to Zam Zam well at the stroke of midnight,look into the well and call the dead man  by name.If the dead man is among the people of Jannah,he'll reply.The rich man did as told.But when he called,no reply came.The rich man went back to the Ulama' and told them what happened. 'Innalillahiwaraji'un'..the dead man is in Jahannam! The ulama' told the rich man to look into another well(i can't remember the name,and location of the well.but that well existed during that time),look into the well cand call the dead man by name.if the dead man is Jahannam,he'll reply.The dead man answered! The rich man asked ,'Where is my money?'.The dead man said 'I buried it in my house because i don't trust my family,so go and dig'. The confused rich man further asked 'How come you are now in Jahannam'.The dead man said 'I have a poor sister.I wasn't kind to her.Allah punished me because of her(of his unkindess to her)'#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallahu'alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Prophet (Peace be upon him): who cut family relations won't enter the Paradise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,how's the story you people out there?? what i've gained during the Maghrib kuliah 2 nights ago really hit me on the nasal bone.basic and vital things which we thought has been taken care of actually has not.what we see(if we don't look hard enough) and experience now are merely the tip pf ice-berg..continue with our ignorance and lack of attention to family and relative issues,we end up like Titanic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see,I'm not writing as if I'm a no-problem-person.. whatever i'm presenting here expresses the worries within me.and I'm sure this is a community-wide issue..world-wide issue.. the quote 'Nothing waste more time than worrying ' tak boleh diterima pakai coz depends on what kinda thing we're worried about.. some(or at most)times.we care for things not in their places and proportions.Islamic and ethical issues are bombarded everyday with the so called globalization,west-heat wave..this kinda things does effect us.. but we can make a difference,believe me.If there's a will,and if Allah's will,there is a way.Sama ada kita sudah bersedia atau belum with an ever constant thing called 'change'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it a lovely thing for a family how rich or poor sit together at the dining table or on floor eating food luxurios and tasty or not in a house big or small ,brick or wood??  the point is,no money can buy happiness.we have to work it out no matter what.The feeling of jealous towards our friends who belongs to a keluarga bahagia indicates something positive.But the feeling would be rather useless if we only sit and watch without any further thinking,analysing and processing. What's the prob with my family? What have i done so far,to bring the family back togther?mom and dad always fighting?should i interfere?big bro always outside hanging out with his friends,should i speak to him?im alwayz busy with my own world..what should i do? .. all this kind of questions la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been to many states in Malaysia throughout my study years.met so many people,been to so many family houses.Perlis,Negeri Sembilan,Penang,KL,Selangor,Pahang..differences detected , observed  and experienced.but alhamdulillah most of the family ive known are very kind.they live a happy life no matter how hi,medium or low their tahap hidup is.family ties,family relations..cukup rapi penjagaannya.some even adopted me as their anak angkat!i say..so sweet..hehehe..rasa macam family sendiri jer.so comfortable to talk to them,..macam cushion yang lembut la.. :) (i don't talk too cushions!!) :O .heheh.. hey you there,hope korang faham wuteva im sayin'.. forgive me if ada terlaser,or which ever part of the text which y'all tak setuju.i know this last 2 paragraph sorta bercampur aduk..so many things to say,but in an unorganized way.sorry!Im a human,tak lari dari silap..we're humans,tak semua berfikiran sama.. forgive me if Im wrong.yang baik datangnya dari Allah,yg buruk datangnya dr aku sendiri.. wallahu'alam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108263466857010874?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108263466857010874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108263466857010874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108263466857010874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108263466857010874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/where-is-my-money.html' title='Where is my money?'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108263442069357452</id><published>2004-04-22T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:51:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hijrul al karib </title><content type='html'>9th Major Sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'if you have poor relative,give(help) to them first.If you sadaqah to strangers first,it won't be written down in our book'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; do we care for the family institution nowadays?how do we,as daughters,sons,abe Long,kak Long,or even the youngest member,play our role in the family?o we simply leave the task of upholding this holy institution to our parents because we're busy studying/working ? Do we visit our family/relatives?Do we check on their conditions? Do we enter the house with salam,or do we fail to spread salam even when we see them?When family relations are broken,do we join and seal them? Be truthful to yourself,you've got the answers,and they're there to serve you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sahabahs(i can't remember who) once said during his talk that anyone(who is sitting in the majlis and listening) who breaks relationship with his or her relative , should &lt;strong&gt;get up and leave&lt;/strong&gt;.A man at the far end of the group stood up and left the majlis.He went to his aunt.She asked,what brought you to me after so long?the man told her what he heard from the majlis.the aunt asked him to go back to the majlis and ask why.. the reply came 'Rasulullah said,Mercy of Allah doesn't come to any group of people who among them cut off relations'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wallahua'lam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108263442069357452?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108263442069357452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108263442069357452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108263442069357452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108263442069357452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/hijrul-al-karib.html' title='hijrul al karib '/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108190117336199551</id><published>2004-04-14T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T08:10:09.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEW-PID &amp; STRESSED OUT</title><content type='html'>I did a stupid thing last nite.. couldn't hold back the temper &lt;strong&gt;barrier&lt;/strong&gt;,and the dam just broke! i regret for what ive done.must do a control check so that it won't happen again eh?!best part,when i tried to contact this friend of mine,dia pon stressed out ! i say.. kay kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opeh,nazima,ieja,and naimah..the so-called &lt;strong&gt;permanent library-8am&lt;/strong&gt; faces.. hiyak hiyak..my mom coming!!!! kay..gottagoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108190117336199551?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108190117336199551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108190117336199551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108190117336199551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108190117336199551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/stew-pid-stressed-out.html' title='STEW-PID &amp; STRESSED OUT'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108164861487670370</id><published>2004-04-11T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T10:00:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway of My Humanity </title><content type='html'>My &lt;strong&gt;soul&lt;/strong&gt;, riddled with bullet wounds, &lt;br /&gt;Drives on the dark road of my life, &lt;br /&gt;Towards the moon, pregnant and heavy with stoicism. &lt;br /&gt;The headlights break through the darkness, &lt;br /&gt;Showing me only the patches of night ahead, &lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to imagine the sweetness of day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on this road of life, &lt;br /&gt;Heading for dreams that do not exist for me, &lt;br /&gt;If I crash along the way, will there be a &lt;strong&gt;notice&lt;/strong&gt; that I am gone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams that seem as &lt;strong&gt;sugar &lt;/strong&gt;to me like the day to my road, &lt;br /&gt;Not to be tasted, not to be realized, not to be seen, &lt;br /&gt;As the road will never been seen in the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart, blood-shot with crying, leads my &lt;strong&gt;broken &lt;/strong&gt;soul on, &lt;br /&gt;One after the other, the stops along the way end nowhere, &lt;br /&gt;None can grant me my dream, nor guide me to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the soul moves on, down the dark road, &lt;br /&gt;No stops along the way coming without pain and grief, &lt;br /&gt;And no dream within the sight of the &lt;strong&gt;darkness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108164861487670370?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108164861487670370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108164861487670370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108164861487670370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108164861487670370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/highway-of-my-humanity.html' title='Highway of My Humanity '/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108130674227323143</id><published>2004-04-07T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:02:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SleepingQueen</title><content type='html'>the &lt;strong&gt;big day &lt;/strong&gt;has arrived..heheh..takde la gempak or stuffs,..but for sure tonight is the night.Tak sure pun how many of us gonna turn up at GB corner. Najwa!!! Gosh...payah beno nak ngajok minah sorang nie.. luckily she called last nite saying that she'll come,after 10.30pm.okay lah tuh,at least ada intention to come.ey Najwa,everyone misses evry1 tau..in fact,pak yol asked,'shameera datang tak?'..hiyak hiyak hiyak,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay,today nyer class aku &lt;strong&gt;ngantuk&lt;/strong&gt; !!!! help! i need some help...!! my fault ,really,last nite slept late..humm,petang nie ada practical ..anat.beside me cemah..in front of me,munirah..she's about  to leave..and so should i.. God bless you all.sorry post nie boring..coz im bored!!!!!!!!!! dats y..heheh..kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:... Mourning Sickness ----------------------   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELEN, N.M&lt;/strong&gt;. - A New Mexico family who had just completed a   &lt;strong&gt;funeral&lt;/strong&gt; mass for a loved one were &lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt; to discover his &lt;br /&gt;cremation urn contained only sanitary wipes .  There was   &lt;br /&gt;nothing sinister about the missing remains, but rather a   &lt;br /&gt;mix-up by a confused funeral home employee created the   &lt;br /&gt;mourning fiasco. The funeral for the late Edward Pacheco   &lt;br /&gt;went ahead Monday, although the family had not been informed   &lt;br /&gt;Pacheco had not yet been cremated, said Dicky Romero of   &lt;br /&gt;Romero Funeral Homes in Belen. Romero said the employee was   &lt;br /&gt;told the crematorium was waiting for the signed death   &lt;br /&gt;certificate and &lt;strong&gt;cremation authorization.&lt;/strong&gt; Romero said when he   &lt;br /&gt;asked his employee why he let the funeral proceed to the   &lt;br /&gt;cemetery, he responded he hadn't known what to do. "This is   &lt;br /&gt;a mockery," said Helen Pacheco-Torres, Pacheco's sister. "As   &lt;br /&gt;a Catholic family, we performed a Mass for our loved one,   &lt;br /&gt;but in reality, we blessed a package of baby wipes."   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108130674227323143?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108130674227323143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108130674227323143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108130674227323143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108130674227323143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/sleepingqueen.html' title='SleepingQueen'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108122614656910874</id><published>2004-04-06T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T12:39:31.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't no sunshine</title><content type='html'>its like taking a trip to &lt;strong&gt;middle earth&lt;/strong&gt;..doh!ye la,you know when you're not well prepared,then things get really bad and heated up..u start sweating ,quicker breathing,but the heat heat gets even hotter..whoa..i dunno if i was a loser yesterday..not that im a winner or what ..No..not like that .lets just say,yesterday was a very bad bad day for me.learnt a few points from my mistake there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a few laughs (not by myself obviously),the lava started to cool.and so did i.hiyak hiyak hiyak..then lasnite,called home,chit chat a little with my &lt;strong&gt;mum,sis and bro&lt;/strong&gt;.hehe..my sis actually wrote a testimonial for me!!then spoke to iskandar..his 'hello' somehow was transformed to a cat scream.ingatkan kucing gila mana tah..heheh..my family is off to bangkok this wednesday.aku risau gaks coz wilayah tuh kan tengah bergolak sekarang nie..i know its at the southern thailand,but still... and another 'but still'..im again alone here in malaysia..been quite sometimes since i went for hols with my family. but its okay.. people do go through this kinda thing ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see,zam is in front of me..some assigment i guess.depan;sister 2nd year.i dunno her name.oh ya,juz now sembang with sedi.he told me the coming batch ada '&lt;strong&gt;pinky&lt;/strong&gt; club' or something like dat.and i wuz '...what??'..he explained la ada softy in the coming batch..astaghfirullah..nie memang kena basuh nie..humm..this thingy really worries me.i pray it doesn't happen to any of my family member or keturunan kami..to those yg ada frens softy tuh,bawak2 bertaubat la...till when we nak support perkara yg sangat dimurkai Allah nie.think about it eh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive had lunch.&lt;strong&gt;maximus &lt;/strong&gt;is already back at yuni's place..kay,till next time..&lt;br /&gt;by the way..here's something else i would like to share.taken from http://www.onion.demon.co.uk ..read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey, I'm Gay!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sydney Morning Herald&lt;/strong&gt; -- An employee for Ansett Australia, who happened to have the last name of GAY, got on a plane recently using one of his company's "Free Flight" programs. However, when Mr. Gay tried to take his seat, he found it being occupied by a paying passenger. So, not to make a fuss, he simply chose another seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to Mr. Gay, another Ansett Australia flight at the airport experienced mechanical problems. The passengers of this other flight were being rerouted to various airplanes. A few were put on Mr. Gay's flight and anyone who was holding a "free" ticket was being "bumped". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ansett officials, armed with a list of these "freebee" ticket holders boarded the plane to remove the free ticket holders. Of course, our Mr. Gay was not sitting in his assigned seat as you may remember. So when the Ticket Agent approached the seat where Mr. Gay was supposed to be sitting, she asked a startled customer "Are you Gay?". The man, shyly nodded that he was, at which point she demanded: "Then you have to get off the plane". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Gay, overhearing what the Ticket Agent had said, tried to clear up the situation: "You've got the wrong man. I'm Gay!". This caused an angry third passenger to yell "Hell, I'm gay too! They can't kick us all off!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion reined as more an more passengers began yelling that Ansett Australia had no right to remove gays from their flights. Ansett refused to comment on the incident.&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/6665683-108122614656910874?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108122614656910874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108122614656910874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108122614656910874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108122614656910874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/aint-no-sunshine.html' title='ain&apos;t no sunshine'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108090391758777090</id><published>2004-04-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T19:08:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a fine day</title><content type='html'>today sangat sangat best...morning had a quiz...then 1 class.then finish!! skipped lunch.terus balik ke bilik..rest.then suddenly ada emergenct call from chue..some sisters kena tinggal dek bas..actually the bus was there,parked nicely at the bus parking space..but the pakcik was kinda invisible that time.nobody saw him..or maybe he didnt see the gurls.heng,aisha,amber went in my car.zoomed to the terminal.luckily we made it on time..than later hantar asila pulak.dia balik melaka.humm..back to my room..then perut nie terasa lapar la plak.. went to taj point..had mee goreng mamak..than went to fetch maximus.. heheh..kay ,kay..this week ramai sisters yang balik..brothers aku tak berapa nak sure..humm.tapi yang pastinya im among those yg tak balik this week..ive to cover jirah and lin to jaga the computer lab..3 malam maa...humm..kay,i think i better be going..nak maghrib dah nie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It makes you smarter"- on the other hand,exercise can increase the amount of oxygen reaching our brains by as much as 30%.studies have shown that increasing the amount of oxygen availble to the brain increases mental activity.Jogging,a brisk walk,or mowing the lawn can restore your mental edge.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:jogged 2 1/2 rounds at taman bandar..didnt sleep till 4am!!! heheh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108090391758777090?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108090391758777090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108090391758777090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108090391758777090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108090391758777090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/04/what-fine-day.html' title='what a fine day'/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108034866415876768</id><published>2004-03-27T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T08:54:34.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salamz..i dunno what  happened to my 1st post..gone juz like dat eh...nevermind...im at the library..class is at 11 but i thught its at 0830..alang alang siap awal tuh,baik terus kan jer perjalanan ini.hehe. beside is angah,busy forwarding he frens(including me!) some tazkirah.we had breakfast together.she has nasi goreng with A LOT of sambal ..i had a lil bit of nasi goreng and a lil bit of mee goreng..hehe..kopi ais kao satu! and in front of me,is a nother classmate..his name is khairul,but people call him web..he looks kinda sleepy and tired..biasa la,saturday morning call.supposedly saturdays we dun really have classes.but today ada.Lecture Epidemiology with prof KZ..kay y'all..will sambung sometimes later..next week ada mini test!!! hope i'll pass this one.God bless all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108034866415876768?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108034866415876768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108034866415876768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108034866415876768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108034866415876768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/03/salamz_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6665683.post-108010971317436755</id><published>2004-03-20T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T17:04:31.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>assalamualaikumwarahmatullah and a good day to all.my brothers are in da' house,my sis at our cousin's place.my parents in jay bee.me?im in my room,facing my new HP nx5000.i just got it yesterday.well,it was waiting for my arrival.i touched down at KLIA around 8pm.lucky me i didnt have any luggage with me,just hand held luggage..at the arrival looby,pakcik hashim was already waiting for me.i drove back home.along the drive back home,and in return i told him what ive been up to,what happened at the pondok polis near TC..phew,at least its out..u people wanna know ker?well,to those who are familiar with Kuantan,there is this road block happening every night without fail on the way to TC..check point-right in front of the Istana Mahkota..in order to curb mat-rempit racing i guess.im not the speeding type,or driving without license type,so, it never worries me whatever time i pass by that road.well,lets just say its another night out.. when it was my turn ,the police asked me to slow down,fine..normal procedure,i slipped out my driving license,hand it over to the dude,and to my surprised he smiled and ask me to pull over ,..whoa..i looked at my driving license and then pulled over.my license expired 7/3/04..dat day wuz 17/3/04 ..darn..i panicked.oh yeah,i sure did.the police kept asking me to sit down,but i insisted that i kept on standing..funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;policeman: duduk la adik,kita bincang&lt;br /&gt;julie: tak boleh pakcik,saya suka diri..&lt;br /&gt;policeman:habis tuh kenapa drive kena duduk,tak diri?&lt;br /&gt;julie:(...what a stupid question..but still,i proceeded by saying..) kereta roof dia rendah,how am i suppose to stand in the car??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,another officed started the compund letter,the other one wanted to talk me,but i was busy with my phone.Call for help!i didnt exactly dial 991,but i was calling for resQ..tahan-ed by the police,calling for help from another Chief Officer.he send 2 of his officers(some VIP's outrider!) to the scene..phew,i was saved this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear after what happened i will always check when my documents expire..the very next day,i had Arneda driving me to JPJ..tutup!after class went again,this time Khai drove me..so easy to renew the license(*i never knew it was that easy.)siap on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,after telling all this to pakcik hashim,we were nearly near home..we saw a car with a half-teared PAS sticker,a small one at the back bumper..pakcik hashim told me,its illegal to tear any Party's flag/logo..sticker,flag wuteva..against the law!!!so you people out there,if u don't like any of the political parties,it wont be wise destroying their flags or stickers.talk out with a more mature voice.Vote!! but i havent register yet! but insyaAllah the next pilihanraya,i will be ready!i campaigned alongside the candidates this year.duh!! hehe,say plenty of campaigning in Kuantan,and Pekan.Ampang?not bad?!i even have a BN's mini umbrella in my car.very catchy! &lt;br /&gt;Posted by: Juliana / 11:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6665683-108010971317436755?l=missjewelz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/feeds/108010971317436755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6665683&amp;postID=108010971317436755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108010971317436755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6665683/posts/default/108010971317436755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missjewelz.blogspot.com/2004/03/assalamualaikumwarahmatullah-and-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Juliana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eiUUxdIZRls/S0xlUKKs6KI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xO2fIz3gfP8/S220/IMG_2322.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
