<?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-8347041519872249475</id><updated>2012-02-11T19:43:39.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Type [M] 4 MEL</title><subtitle type='html'>Where I talks rubbish.
If you're not your true self and not in your conscious state, kindly leaves this blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3957236959009266814</id><published>2012-01-23T17:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T19:19:36.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caterpillars attack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Here's the thing, currently I'm facing this pest problem in the nursery Im working at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Pretty bad condition actually. Try to control it, hopefully its under control any time soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, these caterpillars may looks cute and adorable, because they came in many various attractive colours. But I have to hate them. They ate my seedlings and they are dangerous. Sorang nursery workers ritu tersentuh ulat bulu bengkak gila-gila tangan beliau. Oh yes, bertambah lagi satu risiko kerja saya. haha. A lot of risk actually, maybe i'll make one post on all the risk i have to take while working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what my boss said to me when he saw the serious caterpillars problem in my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oi..Mel! Ko jaga seedlings ka ternak caterpilars! Boleh buat zoo tau ni! "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here's some photos of this caterpillar attacks. Oh my..they are everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k95LTZcq4xE/Tx04iExriII/AAAAAAAAAg8/Tvs0OkSBm84/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k95LTZcq4xE/Tx04iExriII/AAAAAAAAAg8/Tvs0OkSBm84/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700774861369739394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ada yang kaler hijau bulu-bulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6vGHTuFBn0/Tx04hQcv6vI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Q7VJ07Mo0Tg/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_6vGHTuFBn0/Tx04hQcv6vI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Q7VJ07Mo0Tg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700774847323302642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amboi. Comel nya engkau. Konon-konon pinkish-orange gitu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HRPoL9K8qI/Tx04hNrto6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/oxkAF9fJi90/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HRPoL9K8qI/Tx04hNrto6I/AAAAAAAAAgk/oxkAF9fJi90/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700774846580761506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one with different pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOtN--ngFnA/Tx0yVfU7ReI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gUAwv2dMrgU/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HOtN--ngFnA/Tx0yVfU7ReI/AAAAAAAAAgY/gUAwv2dMrgU/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700768048088827362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lagi kaler hijau tua with less bulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri7SEl6KC2w/Tx0yUhAeAKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iLnpCXop6pE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ri7SEl6KC2w/Tx0yUhAeAKI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/iLnpCXop6pE/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700768031360024738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yang ini berbulu-bulu lebat punyalah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeIVyIQ2gJw/Tx0yUTM54HI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lp4_NOIi1xY/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XeIVyIQ2gJw/Tx0yUTM54HI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lp4_NOIi1xY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700768027654086770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, this is bad. You see, in one plant got four of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_Mmk5dXzus/Tx0yT9EGSzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9-j7WjZpd5A/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_Mmk5dXzus/Tx0yT9EGSzI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9-j7WjZpd5A/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700768021711571762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is also bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five of them! or more. Dalam satu malam ni boleh habis botak anak pokok tau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0YJXwyB7eg/Tx0yTfVT8wI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Tx0ICQUPI3Y/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y0YJXwyB7eg/Tx0yTfVT8wI/AAAAAAAAAfo/Tx0ICQUPI3Y/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700768013730706178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is how the seedlings look like after being attacked. bad..bad..caterpillars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8fvZJTqiqg/Tx0t2ibLIBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9HyeeF4bbzo/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j8fvZJTqiqg/Tx0t2ibLIBI/AAAAAAAAAfg/9HyeeF4bbzo/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700763118297882642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one caught on camera sedang kunyah-kunyah daun dengan bahagianya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7HAIdAZQAM/Tx0t2exJKDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qUqEjRniPqQ/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U7HAIdAZQAM/Tx0t2exJKDI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/qUqEjRniPqQ/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700763117316286514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one caught on camera tengah berak-berak dengan bahagianya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miPidRIp7mQ/Tx0t13031sI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8NzMrAa8y5Y/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-miPidRIp7mQ/Tx0t13031sI/AAAAAAAAAfE/8NzMrAa8y5Y/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700763106862945986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taik yang di zoom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmrAyGDX_RQ/Tx0t1bIw1FI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IQgTibk_-uo/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmrAyGDX_RQ/Tx0t1bIw1FI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IQgTibk_-uo/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700763099161744466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sesi photografi beramai-ramai sebelum upacara penamatan riwayat dilaksanakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOuHogY9Lio/Tx0t07UlmvI/AAAAAAAAAes/EwEtROkjaHg/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jOuHogY9Lio/Tx0t07UlmvI/AAAAAAAAAes/EwEtROkjaHg/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700763090621405938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lagi sesi photography secara close-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Malden :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : not bad huh photo taken by my Sony phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3957236959009266814?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3957236959009266814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2012/01/caterpillars-attack.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3957236959009266814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3957236959009266814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2012/01/caterpillars-attack.html' title='Caterpillars attack.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k95LTZcq4xE/Tx04iExriII/AAAAAAAAAg8/Tvs0OkSBm84/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-193289339392443585</id><published>2012-01-21T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:37:57.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first 2012 post</title><content type='html'>Ho yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lama tidak merepek di sini. If you ask me my updates, a lot of updates..I'll just scribble whatever cross in my mind. Korang nak bercakap benda serius ka benda merepek-merepek. Tapi kan new year resolution saya  untuk menjadi serius. Kenapa masih merepek lagi ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick January 2012 recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Accidentally burned my hand while preparing my dinner. Celaka. Sudah la lapar. Minyak panas terpercik, tindakan refleks tangan lagi terlanggar frying pan, minyak panas tertumpah atas tangan. Pergh..terbaek punya panas. Mesti camtu rasa ikan kena goreng. Time kena, berdenyut tahap dewa segala cakerawala punya sakit, but luckily now, no scar. Yeah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Ada orang bayar dinner free. Weewitt..free meal. awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ As most of my working hours involve to be in the field, well, happen to meet this long slimey creatures in the estate. The snake. Several times. This work is indeed dangerous. Segala binatang buas pun ada, berbisa pun ada. So I just prayed for my safety ..and security of course. "Hey Mel, than why on earth would you take this job if it is so dangerous?" Well..i love to take the option which very few people make . That's make me different. I got many story to tell. Do you? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Its been about 4 months I've been here. Its been exciting, at few moments may be tiring and stress a little. I've attended many party, dinners, kenduri, wedding receptions and funeral. Many other sort of events. It help me to grow and understand people more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ Oh yeah. Have a ride here now. My purple horse. Cant wait to have my own drive. This year. It has to be this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Sekarang musim buah erk? sebab suprisingly banyak gila-gila buah-buahan kat rumah. Hasil pemberian orang. Makan sorang-sorang cam tak best sebab tak da orang nak berebut dengan saya. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok la. apa benda ntah saya merepek. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-193289339392443585?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/193289339392443585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-2012-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/193289339392443585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/193289339392443585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-2012-post.html' title='My first 2012 post'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8140376564127924186</id><published>2011-12-31T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T10:52:19.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random thoughts before 2011 ends.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Prepare your mind to read my crap. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just went back from registering my cousins for their new academic session in my former school. The school hadn't change much. My old class still look the same even after 6 years i left the school. Met some of my former teachers and did a little catch up on how life had been doing. Then i reflect life as a teacher and compared it with the job I currently doing, and, my decision is correct. I never wanted to become a teacher. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so far I can conclude my 2011 had been great. I mean, in the beginning it start a little bit shacky but mid and end 2011 had been good. :D So i'll give a smile for that. Plus I have a good feeling now, my heart is at peace. Dont know the valid reason maybe the worry about getting a job is now finally at rest. You can see how worried I am in several of my previous post. haha. Now im laughing. I hope I always found reason to continue laughing in 2012 too. (eh..thought i wanna my 2012 to be serious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick sneak preview on how my 2012 gonna look like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive a new car&lt;br /&gt;2. Get confirmation and become a knowledgeable agronomist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ........... (to fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, tonite prepare for 2012 countdown. Good to be home, soon will be back to Johor. Work awaits there. Thanks for an awesome 2011 and hope for another amazing year! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Malden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8140376564127924186?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8140376564127924186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-random-thoughts-before-2011-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8140376564127924186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8140376564127924186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-random-thoughts-before-2011-ends.html' title='Just random thoughts before 2011 ends.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-854211574253938754</id><published>2011-12-27T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:45:57.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malasnya mahu update blog</title><content type='html'>Haha. Kerja update blog bukan benda yang senang ok. Now I have a lot of story to tell everyday but I am just soooooo...lazy to type. Ok. 3rd day of Christmas. Rain heavily here. Flooded in some low lying area. Saya pergi visiting berlari-lari lam hujan sampai basah kuyup. Nevertheless, Christmas so far is awesome though it rain like waterfall. I runaway from Johor which is flooding at that time, I guess still flooding at this moment. I came back home, and here also flooding. haha. But its okay, nothing beat the feeling being home. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. wont say much. Like I said, I am lazy. I just want to spend my laziness at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Dont spread false rumours. dont believe what you read in the internet blindly. Kindly please check the source and whether it is completely true or not. If you have time to share false link, you should have a little time to check the truth behind it. Jangan fitnah. Jangan kutuk. Bukankah fitnah dan kutuk itu salah dan berdosa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day people. Lets do something good before 2011 ends. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-854211574253938754?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/854211574253938754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/12/malasnya-mahu-update-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/854211574253938754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/854211574253938754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/12/malasnya-mahu-update-blog.html' title='Malasnya mahu update blog'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8266733883715506297</id><published>2011-11-30T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:35:39.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebihan nasik</title><content type='html'>Sudah lama tidak merepek. Marilah merepek. Sebenarnya tiada masa untuk merepek tapi boleh kot saya luangkan sedikit masa untuk merepek sebab sedikit stress out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Meeting hectic sudah habis. Sedikit risau pasal projek aku, tapi aku harap-harap setel nanti. It should be la. Dont want to worry much about it. Tapi hari-hari mendatang ni akan buzy juga. Haih, ujung tahun makin banyak pulak event. Tau tak saya nak cuti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eh. Tajuk pasal nasik, kena cakap pasal nasik! Hari tu aku masak nasi. Masak sikit ja. Tapi still ada balance. Lepas tu aku lupa pasal balance nasik. Beberapa hari berturut-turut aku tak masuk dapur jenguk (siyes aku lupa! hentikan pikir aku tak senonoh ok). Lepas tu, aku kuar awal-awal pagi dari rumah, time matahari pun tak muncul lagi. Lepas tu balik rumah time dah gelap. Sebab ada event dan meeting, the meals are all prepared. Takla aku jenguk makanan kat dapur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today plan to eat. Baru teringat tak basuh periuk. Terbaik punya la kulat tumbuh dalam periuk nasik. Kaler oren cantik pulak tu tumbuh segar lam periuk nasik. Nasi pun basi. Ni aku tak jadi tak tanak nasi sebab loya hidu bau nasi basi. Skang aku lapa. Aku nak makan apa ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wee......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8266733883715506297?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8266733883715506297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/lebihan-nasik.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8266733883715506297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8266733883715506297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/lebihan-nasik.html' title='Lebihan nasik'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2592189614507480350</id><published>2011-11-27T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T19:27:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another crap</title><content type='html'>Hello there..Been quite here lately. hee...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flew. With a blink of an eye, its been two months plus now I'm here. Lot's of things happened in this two months and a lot of things gained too. If you ask me, how do I do? Generally I'll say I'm feeling awesome. Work stress is always there. But do you dare to tell me what kind of work is without stress? Stress is important too to keep you driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just summarized what I've been up too. Let's skip the details. I am still catching up with my work, but everything is getting better. Do I adjust well here? I bet I do. I dont find any reason to leave by the way. Everything is promising. I have just started my project. Pretty much keeping an eye on my project all the time. At the same time, involve with anything came up with the company's schedule. So far, had met a lot of people, different kind of people, locals and foreigners. It had thought me well to being able to talk with people i just knew. To build that confidence is not easy. Like I said, Im working on it. But as I reflect back, being at this age, I have to deal with important people and I am new with the company, I think i deserve the credit to say I am brave enough to go out and to deal with it. It is really..really not simple, and I really need to know and be good at what Im doing. It's going to be a lot of hard work, but its okay, because hard work is the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick. The reason of being sick is unknown. Being very well the day earlier, the next thing I know I woke up in the middle of the night with an upset stomach and start vomitting. I have been happy as well. I am touched by the hospitality the people here gave me. I am touched by the respect i get too. My colleagues are fun. I mean, we can make fun of ourselves and do silly things together (of course that happens during non-working hours) and that doesnt make life bored here. During work, how I adore their professionalism and wide knowledge. I like the informal working environment and I kinda like the minute we can make ourselves like an idiot doing silly stuff but the fact is that we are actually a bunch of people who are actually doing serious business and professionals. Its fun. Everyday is interesting actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been sick, happy and at peace. So what not to like? It means I can stand this place, right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2592189614507480350?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2592189614507480350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-another-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2592189614507480350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2592189614507480350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-another-crap.html' title='Just another crap'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3893118170568421795</id><published>2011-11-14T12:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T12:18:33.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini post orang sakit</title><content type='html'>Hurm. busy kan. nak update blog tapi tidak rajin. sekarang on leave sebab sakit baru rajin update. Ni kenapa sakit-sakit rajin pula taip entri blog? because i cant sleep anymore, my head is pounding, my throat is bitter sebab muntah-muntah dan lenguh bontot sebab cirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably im tired until my body cant take it anymore.  Mungkin juga sebab semalam basah naik motorsikal time hujan lebat! Asal basah kena hujan time nek motosikal, mula la nak beli kereta cepat-cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku start muntah since last night. Siyes tak dapat tido. Surely i can't go to work if i kept vomitting. So i let my superior know that i am sick and was advised to see the doctor. a collegue send me to the nearest clinic and was told to rest my bowel, avoid oily and spicy food and take "soft" food. I was handed 7 types of pills. Paksa diri mau telan ni. Tapi takleh telan sekali gus. Kena telan satu2 setiap 30 minutes. Kena pasang alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pada masa entri ini ditaip, terasa bontot hendak ke toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G jamban lok, pok. Gonna go make swamp!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3893118170568421795?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3893118170568421795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/ini-post-orang-sakit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3893118170568421795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3893118170568421795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/ini-post-orang-sakit.html' title='Ini post orang sakit'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-5414350618228456711</id><published>2011-11-04T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T17:45:53.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello,Hello hectic November.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Miss me much? Right, been busy. This blog had so much to be catch up with, i barely know where to start.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I manage to handle my very first exhibition. And it went well! Thank God. Of course, without the help of my senior colleagues, it would have not been a job well done. It can say it was fun and a good experience, though it was tiring. The exhibition was 3 days. My colleague and I travel from Johor to KL for the exhibition. Collegue aku orang KL, so after I drop her at her home, I get lost finding my way back to the main office in KL. (my collegue house, in fact actually, not very far from the office). Take several U-turns finally i found my way. haha. During the exhibition, my feet is killing me. Due to long hours of standing to greet the crowd. My throat was dry. At some moment, i feel like my voice is not coming out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of difficulties during the exhibition but manage to be handled. So we headed back to Johor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to Johor, I just cant keep my eyes open wide. I am sleepy like hell. But since i have to kept awake not to let my colleague driving alone, so we try to find topics to be talked about. But most of the time, we were singing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Johor, means we are greeted with more works coming in November. Hello Hectic November. November will be a lot field demonstration and exhibition for our visitor. That means, a lot of preparation. First visit already done right after I reach Johor after the exhibition in KL. Our visitor was a group of planters from Sri Lanka. Soon to come are visitor from Sarawak and Columbia. So say hello, hello to work! By the way, my mini project begins tommorow. Wish it goes well. Oh ya, goodbye October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa exhibition, aku jumpa banyak orang. Banyak ragam. Ada seorang pakcik datang booth. Muka cam nak tau something, so aku pun tanya ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ye encik, ada apa-apa boleh saya bantu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err..Jap ye..Sebenarnya saya ada benda nak tanya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak tanya ape encik?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Err..Kalau saya tanya, mesti kamu tak tau jawab. So saya tak nak tanya lah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebat la pakcik ni. Soalan ape ntah dia nak tanya super duper dia konfiden aku tak tau sebelum dia tanya lagi. Mungkin dia nak tanya soalan teori fizik kot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : saya maok bunga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malden :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-5414350618228456711?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/5414350618228456711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/hellohello-hectic-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5414350618228456711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5414350618228456711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/11/hellohello-hectic-november.html' title='Hello,Hello hectic November.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-7229017415878864323</id><published>2011-10-21T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:52:29.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off day</title><content type='html'>Normally, during my friday off my collegue will kidnapped me out. To the mall, to movies, bowling, for lunch, trying new food outlet and very recent she brought my housemate and I hit the beach about 2 hours drive from here. But the beach isn't really as  expected. haha. But today, they were all gone for official duty. Some off to Indonesia, few to Sabah, and KL. So no one else left here to bring me out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I spend long hours sleeping. I forgot the beauty of spending the whole day doing that. By the time i woke up, it is almost noon. Im hungry. And i know there's no more food left in the house because i just finished everything yesterday. So i have to go out to fill this empty stomach. I need to figure how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babak 1 : Im bossing around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i called a staff, asking for help to bring me out for a while. Yes, he's living just nearby. I was uncertain whether to call people for a little help. I dont want to disturb people spending their off day with their families. But i need some food. So i called, and he came for the rescue. Aku tak pasti la dia datang tolong dengan ikhlas or dalam hati "Celaka betol Cik Melody ni. Hari aku off pulak nak ganggu!".Tapi aku rasa dia ikhlas ar.haha. Makasih ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babak 2 : Selamat datang ke Malaysia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku g kedai beli sedikit barang keperluan. Seperti biasa, this is a small town. Whenever the people here see new people around, they'll ask every detail about you. So i was talking to this towkay kedai, asking where I am from and what do i do ( first impression he thought that I am a teacher). Here's come the dialogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; " Huiyo..sikalang manyak sudah o you olang dali sana mali sini kilija. Itu sana kilija tadak ha? Saya sini mali jumpa manyak sudah olang Sabah, Salawak kilija sini. Itu polis ha...cikgu ha..misi ha..suma olang Sabah, Salawak. U olang suka ma latang ini MALAYSIA kilija ho? Sini MALAYSIA manyak kilija ho?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.........latang...sini...kilija....MALAYSIA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...............banyak......kilija....kilija....MALAYSIA.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MALAYSIA...kilija..bagus...MALAYSIA......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pakcik itu terus membebel sementara saya terus mengelamun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun fact : Tahukah anda bahawa Sabah dan Sarawak berada di dalam Malaysia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Janganlah kamu buat saya rasa terasing di negara sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takpe la pakcik. Saya assume pakcik buat lawak. Lawak la pakcik ni. Gelak. Gelak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-7229017415878864323?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/7229017415878864323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/off-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7229017415878864323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7229017415878864323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/off-day.html' title='Off day'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-5268600937153040621</id><published>2011-10-18T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:04:11.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Telefon sudah pulih</title><content type='html'>Aku tau, tak baik gelak kan orang...tapi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alkisah nya begini, seperti yang anda sedia maklum, keypad telefon saya bermasalah. Tekan space, butang *, payah gila. Certain butang tak dapat nak tekan. Malas gila nak mesej orang. alih-alih kena kol je. Akhirnya saya hantar g kedai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan kedai cakap, 2 hari siap. so aku biar la dua hari. Aku datang hari ketiga. Saya siap bagi extra sehari lagi. Pastu aku tanya, tak siap. Aku dah la nak pakai tepon. Buat sakit hati saja. Dah la aku penat-penat balik keja nak g amek tepon, tak repair lagi. Aku yang bengang mintak balik ar tepon. Takyah repair lagi. Sekali dia cakap dia hantar tempat lain plak repair handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku dah malas dah. aku blah. Naseb bek hari ini mood aku baik sket so aku tanya elok-elok. Nasib baik dah siap. Kan senang. Kalau tak dapat siap cakap je la. Ni cakap siap dalam 2 hari, siapnya seminggu. aku sepak kang, baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVaSdkHDImk/Tp14Hsm0zjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HyLag4WpPYU/s1600/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVaSdkHDImk/Tp14Hsm0zjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HyLag4WpPYU/s400/DSC00332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664815979930373682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni la bil nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. You guys tak nampak eh ape aku cuba sampaikan? nah close view plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();}  catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iphHP8-16rg/Tp14HqcvxcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/vxSJR7-kCws/s1600/DSC00332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iphHP8-16rg/Tp14HqcvxcI/AAAAAAAAAeE/vxSJR7-kCws/s400/DSC00332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664815979351229890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KIPAT rosak hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Skang aku memahami la kenapa tepon aku lambat siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p/s : tepon dah sehat. meh la kita main sms. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malden :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-5268600937153040621?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/5268600937153040621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/telefon-sudah-pulih.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5268600937153040621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5268600937153040621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/telefon-sudah-pulih.html' title='Telefon sudah pulih'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BVaSdkHDImk/Tp14Hsm0zjI/AAAAAAAAAd8/HyLag4WpPYU/s72-c/DSC00332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-9103208905634154748</id><published>2011-10-16T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:35:14.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My work 1.0</title><content type='html'>Ok. I will talk about my work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak biasa ada orang buatkan kerja untuk aku. Because I am so use to doing it myself. Contoh, aku pergi field, pastu balik opis. Sah-sah kasut aku berselepet dengan lumpur. Masuk opis, bilik aku kotor tak macam opis dah. Pastu tu aku tanya staff terdekat "akak, kat mana erk penyapu ke, mop ke, kat opis ni?" aku tanya dengan penuh ayu dan sopan santun. Pastu die jawab "Eh.Eh. Cik Melody nak sapu ke? Tak pe la. Tak pe la. Nanti kita orang buatkan" Sepantas kilat bilik aku jadi bersih, suci dan wangi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contoh aku nak fotostat. Ko imejin fotostat paper 2-3 keping je pun ada orang tolong buatkan. Kalau satu buku aku tak kesah ar pas kat orang sebab aku pun tak rajin nak fotostat banyak-banyak. Tapi setakat 2-3 keping ,less than a minute je pun nak fotostats,  tak kesah pun saya nak buat sendiri. Itu pun ada orang tolong buatkan. Terbaek tau. Tunggu je dorang hantar atas meja. wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since sekarang ni aku takde transport sendiri lagi, tapi aku kena g field. I mean, I wont be in the office all the time. So the workers were assigned to transport me here and there. Kesian dorang kena bawak aku ke hulu ke hilir naik moto dorang. Ni aku nak cerita sket, kalau dorang bawa aku atas moto, sungguh berhati-hati. Slow elok je penuh sopan santun. Bak kata pepatah, bagai menatang minyak yang penuh. Pastu kalau aku jumpa dorang nek moto sorang, rempit bagai nak rak. Yela, bawak aku kena berhati-hati kan. ahaha. Tapi takley blah ar tahap cermat bawak aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu lagi, hari-hari orang greet aku dengan respect tahap dewa. "Good morning, Miss" or "Selamat pagi, Cik Melody" or paling-paling pun dorang angguk, senyum, tunduk. Aku tak biasa jugak!  Rasa macam zaman aku sekolah jumpa cikgu mesti bagi salam hormat. Sebab aku rasa aku tak perlu that much of respect sebab aku still budak hingusan tak tau apa-apa. Tapi yesh, i receive a lot of respects here especially from the staffs and workers. But i never look down on them. I respect them as equal as they respect me. Moreover they know a lot of stuff and more experienced than I am. I still have A LOT to learn here. I humbly look for them for guidance and information. I dont mind if they think "Ape la Cik Melody ni. Benda remeh basic camni pun ta tahu?!". Aku peduli apa dan aku tak kesah sebab i seriously dont know, so I humbly ask and willing to learn. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;As an agronomist, your job is to ensure that the seedlings under your care are all uniformly green. The colour of the plant indicates whether you are doing your job well or not. If I see your seedlings are yellowish, I know immediately that you are not doing your job! "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(my bos, 2011.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok korang, meh bagi saya cat hijau. Saya mau cat seedlings saya bagi hijau sehijaunya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-9103208905634154748?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/9103208905634154748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-work-10.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/9103208905634154748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/9103208905634154748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-work-10.html' title='My work 1.0'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1353862881973416415</id><published>2011-10-12T19:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:55:58.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiran sebelah rumah</title><content type='html'>Tanpa saya sedari, hari ini sudah genap sebulan saya bekerja. hoho&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bila saya mula pindah masuk rumah sewa, saya dapati jiran sebelah skodeng-skodeng saya. Fine. Besa la excited kan tengok orang pindah-pindah rumah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu, saya beli sedikit perabot. Si jiran sebelah rumah keluar berdiri dekat gate. saya tidak tahu berapa umur beliau tapi saya rasa dia budak lagi. Mungkin belasan tahun. Jantina dia perempuan. Rambut pendek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encik tuan kedai punggah barang dari lori, sepanjang itu juga la dia berdiri situ tengok. Ok. Saya biar sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas itu, hari-hari kalau saya balik rumah ke, keluar dari rumah ke, mesti dia ada dekat luar. Saya sudah buat eksperimen, setiap kali housemate saya start enjin motosikal, cepat-cepat saya tengok tingkap or pintu rumah sebelah, mesti dia sudah ada dekat situ. Hipotesis "apabila enjin moto di start, jiran sebelah rumah mesti ada dipintu atau tingkap" dibuktikan benar. Lepas ni saya nak buat graph tempoh dia merenung rumah sewa saya plak. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang bukan setakat enjin moto stat dia berada di tingkap, kali ini setiap kali lampu luar rumah dibuka pada waktu malam, mesti dia jenguk. Dan setiap kali pintu pagar rumah di buka( kadang-kadang saya keluar buang sampah ke, jemur baju ke) mesti dia ada jugak kat tingkap! Sepanjang bulan ini saya monitor, setiap kali balik rumah time lunch break mesti dia skodeng. Lepas tu time keluar dari rumah, masuk kerja balik pun dia jenguk lagi. Lepas tu petang-petang time abis kerja mesti dia skodeng jugak. Begitu juga kalau saya dan housemate keluar g mana-mana ka, mesti dia jenguk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi hari ini agak tak boleh blah. Kita orang pagi-pagi g keja keluar awal. Seawal jam 6 pagi. (ye, saya bangun awal, ok.) Sebelum ini, rumah sebelah mesti gelap lagi pagi-pagi. Saya assume budak hobi skodeng tu takde la bangun awal-awal pagi kot. Tapi pagi ini, lepas bukak lampu luar dan start moto, tengok lampu sebelah rumah terpasang, dan tadaa!!..budak itu ada kat tingkap. Siap suluh-suluh dengan lampu picit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korang ada tengok cerita Disturbia? Skodeng jiran hot sebelah rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ke bos saya yang upah budak tu suruh monitor pergerakan saya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1353862881973416415?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1353862881973416415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/jiran-sebelah-rumah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1353862881973416415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1353862881973416415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/jiran-sebelah-rumah.html' title='Jiran sebelah rumah'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3408940619495572968</id><published>2011-10-10T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T18:32:30.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do for living..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IlvsW6hIls/TpLGZuQQEqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tswijtNXdBs/s1600/IMG_7415.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IlvsW6hIls/TpLGZuQQEqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tswijtNXdBs/s400/IMG_7415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661805826773357218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In case you do not know what type of tree these are, let me tell you, these are oil palm trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I just gave you a picture of my current "office".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; These trees, most probably going to be my "periuk nasi" for many more years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malden :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3408940619495572968?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3408940619495572968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-do-i-do-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3408940619495572968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3408940619495572968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-do-i-do-for-living.html' title='What do I do for living..'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5IlvsW6hIls/TpLGZuQQEqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/tswijtNXdBs/s72-c/IMG_7415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3701275729625470139</id><published>2011-10-08T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:11:33.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God answer our prayers in various mysterious way.</title><content type='html'>I quickly go to my office, grab some files and head to the computers. I quickly edit and print my work. It was early in the morning, very few staffs had arrived at the office at that time. As I was editing and printing my work, little did I notice people coming in and out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Ms. Melody. Praise the Lord and may peace be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a greeting. I was stunned. A greeting that I wasnt expect to hear at this place. A greeting that I actually miss. And I believe any Christian should be familiar with the kind of greeting I just heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up, an Indian lady stood in front of me. She offered a handshake. I reached her hand and replied; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" May peace be with you too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment I touched her hand, I feel cold. Somehow, I feel like a cold fluid being transferred from her hand to my body and to my heart. It is a feeling of relief, that I am actually not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be down the day before. Like I tweeted and in my FB status, I feel like I am spiritually weak here. Not knowing the location of my nearest place of worship and working on Sunday, so much guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God quickly send His comfort. I found the location of the nearest church, I didnt have the chance to attend a mass yet but at least I know the place to go to when possible. And I am able to meet the person from the same page, who was very kind and offer me every help and information she could. She happened to know that I'm a Christian too, so she approached me and help. She used to be a Catholic, but turned to Methodist since here's no Catholic church in the town. But still, I am grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for lifting me up, Lord, and may your blessing be upon the lady who helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3701275729625470139?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3701275729625470139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-answer-our-prayers-in-various.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3701275729625470139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3701275729625470139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/god-answer-our-prayers-in-various.html' title='God answer our prayers in various mysterious way.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3843714623919323736</id><published>2011-10-07T08:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T08:59:26.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels like final year at university all over again.</title><content type='html'>Back then, during my final year in USM, it was a hectic year. Final year project and thesis writing was very challenging. Experimental task is unpredictable. A lot of outside factors may disturb your work. Back then I am studying the bacterial disease attacking paddy. So I went to various paddy field in northern region and most in Penang do obtain diseased paddy, culture the bacteria in the lab and infected them again to the paddy I planted. I just summarized my whole thesis in my last sentence. It sound simple, but believe me, it is not. There are times when the bacteria that I cultured in the lab got infected, my paddy dies due to malnutrition and lack of watering, chemical out of stock and lack of proper equipment. A lot of delaying. But at the end of the day, I manage to complete my thesis on time and I can say I wrote a pretty good thesis and I obtained A- for it which helped a lot to lift up my final pointer. And then I graduated proudly.(yes, I am. It is a feeling of victory after winning a war of 3 years battle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am acquiring a new job, it is pretty much the same thing I am going to do all over again. I am currently setting up my mini project to be presented in front of the board of research directors somewhere in February next year. It is going to be the evaluation of my probation period and based on my performance, then only the board decide whether to confirm me or not. If not, then off I go. Sound scary huh? Damn it is! So basically my project is to do comparison of different type of fertilizer effect on oil palm seedlings. Again, i have to be very careful and accurate. A lot of unpredictable factors maybe affecting this project : the weather, disease outbreak, pest attack, poor seedlings growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the project is completed ( i hope it goes well), the part i fear the most is presenting the papers and project in front of my collegues and bosses to be evaluated. haha. Its going to be like my final year project VIVA presentation. This bosses are group of people with great experience and knowledge. Die me. Surely they will question a lot about my project.wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between my final year project and my current project is, by the end of the month, i got my pay. And that is my catalyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3843714623919323736?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3843714623919323736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-feels-like-final-year-at-university.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3843714623919323736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3843714623919323736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-feels-like-final-year-at-university.html' title='It feels like final year at university all over again.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1305918852742398087</id><published>2011-10-04T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:33:41.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purse berenang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/kisah-hp-menyelam-di-dalam-baldi.html"&gt;Lepas handphone saya berenang&lt;/a&gt;, kali ini dompet pulak berenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izinkan saya bercerita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......splash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunyi gumpalan benda jatuh dalam air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik. Rasa sah-sah aku buang air kecik je tadi. tapi macam bunyi taik jatuh lam jamban jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menjenguk lubang tandas. Lorh. Apsal macam rupa dompet aku je masuk baik punya dalam lubang. Cek poket, sah! Dompet aku jatuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkenang pulak duit cash ribu riban dalam tu, siap dengan IC, kad ATM, lesen, gambar pujaan dan no telefon kekasih gelap. Aku seluk juga lubang yang sempit itu. Seluk baik punya ala-ala pepatah, alang-alang menyeluk jamban, biar sampai ke pangkal lengan. (korang, boleh tak berhenti membuat muka jijik itu?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tau, mesti soklan ini sedang bermain dalam minda anda sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mel, ko cium tak bau dompet ko lepas tu? Kot-kot ade bau ke.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye. aku hidu. kang busuk mati aku. Naseb bek takde. (dah..dah..hentikan ekspressi muka jijik anda itu!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuci ar bersih-bersih. Habis dompet aku basah. Duit-muit suma basah. Dah la time tu tengah kaya duit banyak (ini hiperbola), kalau aku sidai duit banyak-banyak kat ampaian agak melampau ar. kertas-kertas, kad segala..lembik jer basah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas kejadian itu, terbayang plak nasib baik dompet tu tak jatuh time aku berak pagi-pagi. (ala, tercakap pulak pagi-pagi mesti nak berak dulu.) Kalau tak, mesti berselepet tahi. Adoi. Dan naseb bek jugak aku sedar dompet jatuh, nak tak nak kena seluk juga la lubang jamban tu walaupun tak ikhlas. Kalau aku tak sedar time tu, dengan selambanya flush jamban, kan naya. Pastu aku kena report plak kat polis IC, lesen kat ATM hilang. Camne nak buat report?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tuan, saya ingin melaporkan kehilangan dompet saya. Bersamaan dengan kehilangan dompet saya, saya dengan ini turut kehilangan kad pengenalan, lesen memandu dan beberapa kad ATM. Kad kredit takde ye tuan. Sebab kehilangan bukan kerana kes ragut mahupun tercicir, tetapi saya dengan tidak sengajanya sudah TERflush dompet saya dalam jamban." kan macam bodoh je buat report polis gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-malden-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang pernah menyeluk jamban, ko ada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar menyeluk jamban, asal jangan menyeluk saku orang lain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1305918852742398087?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1305918852742398087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/purse-berenang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1305918852742398087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1305918852742398087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/purse-berenang.html' title='Purse berenang'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3678516146860362218</id><published>2011-10-01T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T19:58:31.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new neighbour</title><content type='html'>Aku tak pasti. ini perasaan aku sahaja... or aku terlebeh saiko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara rasminya saya sudah masuk rumah sewa. Dah beli barang sikit-sikit. Slow-slow ar beli barang takut abes duit. Mula-mula aku masuk, pindah-pindah barang suma, jiran-jiran sekeliling jiran tetangga sebok memandang. Aku tak kesah. Biasa dah dapat perhatian camtu. Besa la, orang hot kan. (berangan nak mampos!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially jiran sebelah umah ni. Awal-awal tu tak heran gak ar. Tapi aku rasa cam saiko jerk budak sorang ni. Mula-mula aku datang, dia duk tepi gate sebelah mengintai aku angkut barang-barang. Semalam aku sapu-sapu luar rumah, ade lagi die duduk tepi tingkap die skodeng aku. Aku stil buat tak kesah. Tapi asal aku keluar je, immediately mesti ade je die duduk tepi tingkap, selak jendela jenguk kat luar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam aku nak keluar, mesti la aku kena buka gate kan. Terpaksa la berhenti dan keluar dari kereta hilux pinjaman untuk bukak gate. Aku jeling umah sebelah, dah beliau dah ada kat tepi tingkap. Aku cakap kat housemate aku, housemate aku perasan gak. Still kami buat dek.&lt;br /&gt;Housemate dah ada moto. Skang kalau kami keluar, stat enjin moto jek, mesti kami jeling tingkap umah sebelah. Secara otomatis budak tu mesti ade sebelah tingkap. Kita orang gelak-gelak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi petang kita orang keluar lagi. Dan secara otomatis, budak tu ada lagi jeling dari tingkap.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bagi seminggu. Kalau rutin die seminggu ni dok skodeng lagi, sampai minggu-minggu seterusnya, habis contract sewa rumah, siyes aku pindah. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3678516146860362218?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3678516146860362218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-neighbour.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3678516146860362218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3678516146860362218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-new-neighbour.html' title='My new neighbour'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8959637266052711386</id><published>2011-09-29T15:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:58:19.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar tinggi-tinggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Murid-murid, apa matlamat kamu?" tanya Cikgu Fatimah kepada pelajar kelas Tahun 1 Mawar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Belajar rajin-rajin sampai masuk universiti, cikgu!" jawab semua murid dalam kelas serentak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, di tempat berlainan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak, belajar rajin-rajin tau. Belajar sampai pandai, supaya dapat masuk universiti. Nanti bila dah besar, senang. Kerja dalam aircond, tak payah susah-susah." pesan Pak Kassim kepada anak lelakinya, Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baek, ayah." jawab Ahmad menunjukkan tanda paham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;............................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi aku baru jek berpanas tanam beratus-ratus anak benih kelapa sawit. Matahari tegak kat atas, peluh menitik-nitik, muka comot, tangan berselepet dengan tanah, kasut dah tak rupa macam kasut dah. Sama je rupa dengan tanah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapa cakap belajar sampai masuk U kerja senang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sapa cakap belajar sampai masuk U keja lam aircond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Kassim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Belajar pandai-pandai sampai masuk universiti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(sekarang ada rasa nak nasihat adik-adik, anak sedara, anak sendiri, anak jiran, anak tokey kedai sayur "Tak payah ar belajar tinggi-tinggi, sama ja pun susah nanti" " hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : Tadi aku tanam sebanyak 100+ anak benih. Yay! (rasa hebat la ko, workers yang lain dah tanam 300+ dalam tempoh masa yang sama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s lagi : My first real salary! :D ( hah. mula la tu datang seko-seko mintak belanja. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8959637266052711386?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8959637266052711386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/belajar-tinggi-tinggi.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8959637266052711386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8959637266052711386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/belajar-tinggi-tinggi.html' title='Belajar tinggi-tinggi'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6776280561790955919</id><published>2011-09-27T18:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:39:51.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kunci rumah sewa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kunci sudah dapat. tunggu nak pindah. Sekarang tidak sesuai untuk berpindah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuan rumah aku nak sewa ni, baru je start nak sewa rumah. So kiranya aku ni orang first yang akan sewa rumah beliau ni ar. Tapi makcik ni berat hati giler nak tinggalkan umah. Dipendekkan cerita, dorang dah lama ada rumah baru. Anak dorang buatkan. Dekat-dekat je. Dah setahun dah rumah baru tu siap.  Tapi dorang tak blah-blah lagi dari rumah lama. Sebab si makcik dan pakcik ni dah duduk umah tu lebih 30 tahun. Anak-anak dorang suma membesar di rumah tu. So sentimental sket nak tinggalkan rumah. Besala tu kan. Eleh, jangan nak kata orang tua. Kita (saya), kalau nak tinggalkan umah pun sebak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Takpe pakcik, makcik. Mo man tai. Nanti saya jaga rumah k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-via colleague's laptop-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6776280561790955919?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6776280561790955919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/kunci-rumah-sewa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6776280561790955919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6776280561790955919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/kunci-rumah-sewa.html' title='Kunci rumah sewa'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8883822702897761348</id><published>2011-09-09T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:37:56.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 1.0</title><content type='html'>Hari ini last day aku keja. Mula-mula perasaan biasa, tapi.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.Tsk. Tsk. Maaf tidak tertahan sebak di dada. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is dedicated to my colleagues. I dont say much during my farewell speech. I dont know what else to say. When i stand up in front of all of them, suddenly my mind went blank. I cut short my speech. Actually this is what i really wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would like to thank all of you, for the experiences and knowledge i've gained for about 1 year I've been working together with you all. Regardless how small or important the task given to me, i take it all, and I am responsible to complete it as good as possible. Thank you for the good relationship that we have. I am glad that I am able to join this department various activities such as Dinners, Sports Event, Parties and many others. It was a great pleasure being able to meet all of you. We may stumble upon each other again some other time in the future and I wish each and everyone of you happy moments and good health. Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have said the above but I didn't. Sebak and aku tak tau nak cakap apa dah so my speech end up like this.. "Thank you all for allowing me to work with you. I appreciate every moment. That's all. Thank you" Short. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. let me show you some photos of several moments i had with my fellow collegues. Banyak aktiviti tapi gamba ni jela kot yang aku ada. Untuk menjaga credibility rakan sekerja saya, muka dan susuk tubuh mereka saya blurkan. fokus kepada saya saja ok? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBRV8FGOw18/Tmof57Q6hAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2fQtIKf74TA/s1600/P5170042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBRV8FGOw18/Tmof57Q6hAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2fQtIKf74TA/s400/P5170042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363762511348738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni gambar time kitaorang prektis menari time lunch break sebab ada performance.&lt;br /&gt;Korang ukur ar sendiri kekerasan saya menari. ahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGE8yjy5l_w/Tmof5uswU3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/sfxLacRhcq0/s1600/P5170041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YGE8yjy5l_w/Tmof5uswU3I/AAAAAAAAAdE/sfxLacRhcq0/s400/P5170041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363759138460530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang ni menari ke, praktis angkat berat dah aku ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWPGOdLN3HM/Tmof6DcEdxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/b6XM_FPPSFw/s1600/P5170039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWPGOdLN3HM/Tmof6DcEdxI/AAAAAAAAAdU/b6XM_FPPSFw/s400/P5170039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363764705621778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yang ni lagi aku tak tahan dah tengok.&lt;br /&gt;Dah jalan macam king-kong dah aku tengok. Adeiii....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt_M32LCY4k/Tmof6TMkNiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oL4t6xQg4Bs/s1600/DSC02378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kt_M32LCY4k/Tmof6TMkNiI/AAAAAAAAAdc/oL4t6xQg4Bs/s400/DSC02378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363768935560738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni cenderahati dorang bagi kat aku. Lam ni kain untuk buat baju. Aku tau korang mesti curious punya nak tau pe benda kat dalam tu. Nak tau pe benda lam kotak kecik tu refer gamba seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb1lvN8owFg/Tmof6ebwZhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ts9tiVcPULA/s1600/DSC02379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kb1lvN8owFg/Tmof6ebwZhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Ts9tiVcPULA/s400/DSC02379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650363771952064018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Necklace ni ar lam kotak kecik tu. Huruf 'M' intial aku. huhu. Sapa tak terharu orang buat camni kat kita? wuwu. Terima kasih ya. susah-susah jerk korang.wuwu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhvr9JdG7kM/Tmogub8w7mI/AAAAAAAAAds/qiD5ugWEFh0/s1600/P6080073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hhvr9JdG7kM/Tmogub8w7mI/AAAAAAAAAds/qiD5ugWEFh0/s400/P6080073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650364664638402146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dapat duit raya dari Encik Bos! Amount terpaksa dirahsiakan untuk mengelak sebarang jealousy. Muka senyum lam gambar tu saja nak mintak penampar. Senyum sinis suka bila dapat duit. Blah ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, I admit I sucks at saying goodbyes. Sometimes I wish I'm a vampire so that i can shut my emotion off and dont feel anything. But that would totally be inhuman. So its okay to feel sad and cry to show that you are still human.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank for the memories ya dear all. My best wishes for your future undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malden. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8883822702897761348?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8883822702897761348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/farewell-10.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8883822702897761348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8883822702897761348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/farewell-10.html' title='Farewell 1.0'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBRV8FGOw18/Tmof57Q6hAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2fQtIKf74TA/s72-c/P5170042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6337169119835207434</id><published>2011-09-04T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:29:58.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk kamu yang kembali bekerja.</title><content type='html'>"Malas eh mok kerja!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;".. is always feeling feverish and dizzy after a long holiday. Good excuse to extend my leave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lambatkan perjalanan pulang boleh tak? Haha. Malas giler cuti berakhir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kenapakah esok mesti hari Isnin?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kemalasan melanda!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malasnya nak balik oii!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huhuhu. kene balik dah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rasa macam banyak je hari cuti, tibe-tibe dah abes dah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dah..dah la tu! Esok keje wei! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di atas adalah status-status orang di facebook aku. Aku paham perasaan malas nak g kerja itu. Minggu lepas aku dah rasa malas giler nak turun balek kerja hari Jumaat, yang end up kurang juga orang di opis. cess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, status berkisar raya aku LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku harap sebelum raya aku jadi cantik! Berambus kau jerawat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Aku padah awal, tema raya taun tok kaler pepel. Jangan tak orang perabis baju raya kaler pepel di pasaran nun!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Terbaek ar korang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat hari raya. Selamat kembali bekerja dan ke sekolah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;* source and credit to various friend's status updates in Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6337169119835207434?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6337169119835207434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/untuk-kamu-yang-kembali-bekerja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6337169119835207434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6337169119835207434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/untuk-kamu-yang-kembali-bekerja.html' title='Untuk kamu yang kembali bekerja.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2685589081469370004</id><published>2011-09-02T14:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T22:18:55.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk kamu yang selalu terpikir-pikir ape bende aku tengah buat sekarang.</title><content type='html'>"Mel, ko buat ape skang? Keja erk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat masa ni, soalan ni paling susah nak jawab dari soalan "Ko dah kawen ke belum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawapan aku untuk soalan pertama di atas, YA dan TIDAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA - sebab aku memang sedang bekerja. Aku setiap hari turun pejabat dari jam 8 pagi sampai 5 petang kecuali hari Sabtu dan Ahad aku keluar bejoli-joli bersama kawan-kawan. Aku memakai pakaian formal dan dapat duit setiap bulan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIDAK - sebab bukan pekerjaan tetap. Aku keja pun takda la orang anggap aku staff tetap, so orang nak tak nak je bagi aku keja nak buat. Tengok, time-time waktu keja camni aku boleh lagi update blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk soalan kedua, jawapan aku senang je. "Belum. " Ade markah ke jawab soalan-soalan di atas? Kalau ade, aku jawab panjang-panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari aku explain sejelas-jelasnya tentang apa aku tengah buat sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk pengetahuan anda, saya cumalah seorang volunteer. Tak tau ape volunteer? Dalam bahasa Melayu, sukarelawan. Dah paham? Kalau cakap sukarelawan, mesti orang ingat aku buat keja free kan? tapi kalau kerja free korang ingat aku nak ke? Aku dibayar, walaupun tak banyak tapi cukup ar untuk memastikan poket tidak kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berdaftar under &lt;a href="http://erecruitment.sarawak.gov.my/eRecruitment3_public/AnnualPostView_Browse.jsp"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;. Aku dibawah program bernama Capacity Building for Graduates. &lt;a href="http://www.cbg.sarawak.gov.my/"&gt;Ni laman web&lt;/a&gt; dia untuk buktikan aku tak tipu korang. Ni program kerajaan Negeri Sarawak untuk mengumpul para graduan anak negeri ini dan memberi pendedahan terhadap alam pekerjaan. Dalam bahasa ringkas, kita orang tak dapat-dapat lagi kerja so under program ni, leh la merasa skit mood-mood orang bekerja tue. Under this programme, you will be attached under various department. If possible, related to your degree or diploma. I am lucky enough to be attached under the Department of Agriculture in my own district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipu ar kalau aku cakap aku tak dapat apa-apa dari program ni kan? Ok. Berhenti merepek. Aku tunjuk sedikit sebanyak kerja aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-nH4UTUj8Q/TmCjhoOinBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vr1aoh1Lepw/s1600/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-nH4UTUj8Q/TmCjhoOinBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vr1aoh1Lepw/s400/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647693730852019218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ni kebun buah. Mana buah dia?&lt;br /&gt;Pokok ni belum berbuah g ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb3VcNuEi_A/TmCjhfuXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/H6DZLGUHYDs/s1600/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jb3VcNuEi_A/TmCjhfuXuLI/AAAAAAAAAck/H6DZLGUHYDs/s400/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647693728569604274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ni ladang pisang. Ni pun tak berbuah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;Tak cukup besar lagi nak berbuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRIUZ7XH6J4/TmCjhwlRCAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IjWIHy117Oo/s1600/DSC01109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRIUZ7XH6J4/TmCjhwlRCAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IjWIHy117Oo/s400/DSC01109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647693733094819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini kebun jagung. Yang ni bukan jagung nak buat jagung rebus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or jagung bakar tu tau. Ni baby corn wat sayur campur tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYH6VJ5qJZc/TmCjh1Ysi3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/tpMX8HBExXw/s1600/DSC02152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RYH6VJ5qJZc/TmCjh1Ysi3I/AAAAAAAAAc8/tpMX8HBExXw/s400/DSC02152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647693734384274290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini nanas. Orang cakap nanas ratu buah sebab durian dah jadi raja buah.&lt;br /&gt;Mencabar tau g ladang nanas. Sedap dicakar-cakar pokok nanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hX8haBL3p3U/TmCh-JulYXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/XFOZSXT5y5Q/s1600/DSC01536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hX8haBL3p3U/TmCh-JulYXI/AAAAAAAAAcU/XFOZSXT5y5Q/s400/DSC01536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647692021857870194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini bukan ayam daging. Juga bukan ayam kampung. Ini ayam kacukan.&lt;br /&gt;Encik-encik ayam sedang berebut makan. Makan ye encik ayam, supaya cepat&lt;br /&gt;besar. Lepas ni saya pulak nak makan encik-encik semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryxTfZ0bcD8/TmCh-U1mohI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NnXR20_BeXM/s1600/DSC02162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ryxTfZ0bcD8/TmCh-U1mohI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NnXR20_BeXM/s400/DSC02162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647692024840102418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini itik. Hebat jerk dorang jalan tergedek-gedek.&lt;br /&gt;Siap ada yang pandai posing time aku nak amek gambar nak buat report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPfW6Mn-Pf4/TmCh98Q71qI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JDHkBpJfE2A/s1600/DSC01688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cPfW6Mn-Pf4/TmCh98Q71qI/AAAAAAAAAcM/JDHkBpJfE2A/s400/DSC01688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647692018243851938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Embek..embek..pastu berak taik bulat ketul-ketul.&lt;br /&gt;Yang baju merah sebalik tu aku kena eksplen juga ke yang tu bukan kambing?&lt;br /&gt;Haish korang ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niMIaYKgxrw/TmCh9kuY2YI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gQ2vHwRezAM/s1600/DSC00787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-niMIaYKgxrw/TmCh9kuY2YI/AAAAAAAAAcE/gQ2vHwRezAM/s400/DSC00787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647692011924937090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Korang jangan gelak!&lt;br /&gt;Adik ni towkay sayur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwpe8Aw47m0/TmCh9JmUSJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RdJ0XGAkb-o/s1600/DSC02182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iwpe8Aw47m0/TmCh9JmUSJI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RdJ0XGAkb-o/s400/DSC02182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647692004643326098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini ternakan saya. Cukup matang nanti sembelih&lt;br /&gt;buat satay!! Nyum..nyumm.. sapa nak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2685589081469370004?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2685589081469370004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/untuk-kamu-yang-selalu-terpikir-pikir.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2685589081469370004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2685589081469370004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/09/untuk-kamu-yang-selalu-terpikir-pikir.html' title='Untuk kamu yang selalu terpikir-pikir ape bende aku tengah buat sekarang.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-nH4UTUj8Q/TmCjhoOinBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Vr1aoh1Lepw/s72-c/DSC00970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6576690126477202852</id><published>2011-08-27T08:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T09:32:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikan berlari di darat.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Yes, i know you miss me. Sejak dua menjak ni malas mahu merepek di blog. Malas pula rasa sikit-sikit benda mahu kecoh-kecoh di sini. Aku pelik juga apsal aku sikit-sikit mahu gitau di alam maya. Tetiba aku benci internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Quick update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hepi sebab masalah $$$ setel. Terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pusak saya semakin banyak. Ada orang maok? Anak pusak comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Broke the news to my family, friends and colleague. Got various response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HP bangang rosak speaker ka ntah pa benda. Orang kol tak dapat dengar suara. Sila SMS sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sini jerebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Semalam Luis Suarez mesej pesan jaga kasut dia bagi elok-elok. Dia nak kol tapi tepon aku tak dapat dengar sora die so SMS je dapat. (ok. yang ni obviously tipu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesanan : Selamat pulang ke kampung halaman sampena Hari Raya tak lama lagi. Drive, ride, fly safely my friends. Main mercun jaga jari tu. Pasang lampu lip lap dengan cermat tau. Terima kasih kerajaan sebab duit dan bonus masuk awal bulan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian, terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang benar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s : tajuk sekadar hiasan semata-mata&lt;/span&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/8347041519872249475-6576690126477202852?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6576690126477202852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/ikan-berlari-di-darat.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6576690126477202852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6576690126477202852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/ikan-berlari-di-darat.html' title='Ikan berlari di darat.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1924861082491551446</id><published>2011-08-14T13:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T14:07:45.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little sharing for you to think about too.</title><content type='html'>I supposed the amount of money you ever donated to any kind of organization (if any) should remain anonymous. But I am not shame to tell you that I donated strictly RM1 every Sunday during the collection. RM2 most, untuk dua collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us do a little math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month (4 Sundays) x RM2 max = RM8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM8 a month x 12 months a year = RM96 per year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 10 Holy days falls on weekday a year (Ash Wednesday, Good Friday, Holy thursday and Saturday, All Saints Day etc ) x RM2 = RM20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : RM116 (amount I roughly donated to the Church per year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni pun total kalau attendance aku full la setahun ke gereja. adeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dah banyak kali berhibur. Let's take one example, di mana aku menghabiskan duit untuk memenuhkan salah satu impian. 16 July 2011. I went to KL, a two day one night trip semata-mata nak tengok pasukan feveret aku. Let's do a little math again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight : Total Kch-KL, KL-Kch trip = ~RM200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food and other expenditure             =~RM200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : RM400++ (in two days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RM400++( 2 days) VS RM116 (per year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so Earthly. This is a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A SHAME.&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/8347041519872249475-1924861082491551446?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1924861082491551446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-little-sharing-for-you-to-think.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1924861082491551446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1924861082491551446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-little-sharing-for-you-to-think.html' title='Just a little sharing for you to think about too.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-484619477194041809</id><published>2011-08-10T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:34:01.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kakak Pandai</title><content type='html'>It happened that one day my officemate, a husband and wife, brought their son age five to the office after picking him from school. Like any other normal kids, he was running here and there, shouting and playing with what so ever things that catches his eyes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the kid, named Johnny (bukan nama sebenar), approached me. At this time I was at my computer, busy doing my work. Johnny turned to his mum and said;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mak, ni sape?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny's mother answered "Ni &lt;b&gt;Kakak Pandai&lt;/b&gt;. Jangan kacau dia buat kerja."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About weeks later, little Johnny appeared again at the office. This time, after taking his medication at the hospital. Apparently Little Johnny had asthma. Johnny's parent gave him a pen and a blank paper untuk diconteng-conteng, in order to keep Johnny's mouth shut. At this time, I was sitting at my desk, staring at my laptop as my work was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Johnny's mum pointed to me and said;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pegi sana, duduk dekat &lt;b&gt;Kakak Pandai&lt;/b&gt;. Suruh dia ajar kamu k.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I was greeted by this couple early in the morning with " Selamat Pagi, Cikgu!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just smiled and replied " Selamat pagi." Then here goes our conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papa Johnny : Mel, kenapa U tidak amek education dulu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya : Uh? Oh. Entah la. Malas saya nak mengajar orang. Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Johnny : Kenapa kamu tak mau ajar orang tuisyen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya : Tuisyen? Err.. Tak pasti la nak ajar orang tuisyen-tuisyen ni. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Johnny : Saya mau kamu tuisyen Johnny. Mau ka?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya : Huh? Errrr.... (seriously, I dont know how to respond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Johnny : Just ajar Johnny English, kamu pandai bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya? Pandai? Bluekkk...Blueeeeeeeekkkk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. First refer this post on &lt;a href="http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-no-teacher.html"&gt;why i lemah to become a teacher.&lt;/a&gt; Secondly, poor little Johnny. Kecik-kecik lagi dah kena tuisyen. FYI, aku tak pernah g menatang tusyen musyen ni. Time aku budak 5 tahun, aku berhingus-hingus lagi duk umah, main pasir yang bertimbus sekali dengan taik kucing kering. Aku curi bawang, minyak masak, senduk dari dapur dan main masak-masak belakang rumah. (eh. tercakap pulak kerja keji aku time kecik) Johnny will lose his childhood. Biarlah Johnny main-main dulu dari nak tusyen musyen nih. Baru 5 tahun. Nak aku ajar English macam mana budak 5 tahun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, i said why not give it a try? Why not try teaching kids? Ajar budak-budak, kalau dorang tak pandai-pandai pun, cakap je la dorang budak lagi. Nanti dah besar sikit baru paham. Plus, with the experience, it would look good in my resume. Benda baru, tak rugi cuba kan? kan? Moreover, i do need extra money. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku still kesian dengan budak-budak kecik-kecik lagi dah tuisyen. Biarla dorang main, injuredkan diri dengan koleksi luka dan berparut-parut dulu. Baru la thrill zaman kanak-kanak. Ni kecik-kecik lagi dah nak jadi budak nerd. Haish. Kasihan nyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kakak Pandai :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-484619477194041809?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/484619477194041809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/kakak-pandai.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/484619477194041809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/484619477194041809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/kakak-pandai.html' title='Kakak Pandai'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6701058929961901035</id><published>2011-08-07T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:16:04.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation Day</title><content type='html'>Today at my church, the parishioner celebrated Hari Pahlawan. No wonder there's a lot of army in their uniform inside the church. Ex-armies were also present. In conjunction to Hari Pahlawan, the mass today was dedicated to the army forces to honour the service of our army to serve our country.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few months back, there were large group of nurses in the church too. In conjunction to Nurses day, similarly, the mass was dedicated to our nurses to appreciate their work towards us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having this days to honour praticular body, i kept me thinking, we have a lot of day of honour. Mother's day, Father's day, Teacher's day, Hari Pahlawan, Hari Polis, Hari Jururawat etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenapa ada certain hari untuk particular bodies? Kenapa tidak ada hari Pemungut Sampah? Hari Pak guard Sedunia? Hari Mak cik Cleaner sedunia? Hari pemotong rumput? Hari pekedai runcit? Hari drebar bas? I am not trying to make jokes here. I mean, this people are important too..dont you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6701058929961901035?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6701058929961901035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/appreciation-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6701058929961901035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6701058929961901035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/appreciation-day.html' title='Appreciation Day'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8505915729520622984</id><published>2011-08-05T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:35:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing most people not comfortable to talk about</title><content type='html'>Death.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, death. Least favor subject to be talked about. I admit that i, myself handle deaths horribly too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended a funeral today, a very close relative. At first i wasnt gonna attend cause i dont like funerals but ignoring is wrong.  I worked halfday and as i was driving the family's car, i have to pick everyone up.  My working attire was quite appropriate for the occasion so no change of clothes required, i head straight to the venue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like i said, i handle death horribly. I dont like to see people cries, i dont like to hear the sound of people crying too. It breaks my heart. Of course, no one like losing their loved ones. Series of event that breaks me the most during a funeral service are : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The carrying of the coffin out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The last respect paying at the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The lowering of the coffin into the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know how to hide my tears. To hold back the feeling, it hurts my chest. The trick is, to use sunglass to cover my eyes. urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get the chance to jejak kasih with my fellow relatives, mostly whom i never met. I found that it is sad, only when there's death, we get to know our relatives. Why isnt anyone put some effort to pick one day and just gather everyone for a get together session earlier on? I admit i dont know much people, but i think i should now. I should trace my relatives. Its ironic you have thousands friends but not knowing your relatives who shared the same bloodlines as you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will gather everyone one day. Let me think of a way and a suitable date first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8505915729520622984?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8505915729520622984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-thing-most-people-not-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8505915729520622984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8505915729520622984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-thing-most-people-not-comfortable.html' title='One thing most people not comfortable to talk about'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-547727571124388019</id><published>2011-07-31T11:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T20:41:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolly Beggars</title><content type='html'>I have encountered various kind of beggars. Banyak-banyak ragam, dan banyak-banyak cara mintak derma. Kat sini, Kuching la, paling common yang duduk-duduk kat tepi-tepi lorong jual tisu. Satu lagi jenis yang buat performance jalanan. Main alat-alat musik, dan bernyanyi. Usually those doing this are the blind.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa aku duk Penang pun aku jumpa banyak-banyak jenis. Aku pernah terkena gak. Jenis-jenis yang approach merayu-rayu mintak duit ni aku malas sket. Kalau siyes die susah, aku tak kesah nak tolong singgit, dua ringgit. Tapi, aku ragu-ragu sebab tengok badan dia sehat walafiat. Kat area Komtar, ada satu pakcik jalan terhenjut-henjut, mengheret kaki die yang fresh berdarah. 1. Kalau kaki die luka bapak besar gitu, apsal die taknak balut? Exposed wound kan bahaya, kan akan menyebabkan infection? 2. Wound die tu, xde plak dihurung lalat. Lalat kan suka fresh wound. 3. Pakcik tu, dah berbulan-bulan berlalu, luka kat kaki die tu tak juga sembuh-sembuh. or atleast kurang ar. Maintain sama jek fresh berdarah-darah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, jenis yang bawa fail duk ganggu ko tengah makan. Especially kat area makan pasar malam. Mula la dia bukak file eskplen die membantu golongan kurang bernasib baik, tunjuk muka, gambar-gambar kesian suma sambil tunjuk-tunjuk lesen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seterusnya, golongan yang minta duit sambil buat cerita sadis. Aku dah terkena jenis ni. Kat bawah jejantas USM tak jauh dari Khaleel. Time tu ujan lebat, aku berlari dari Khaleel nak masuk gate RST, p terpaksa berteduh jap bawah jejantas tu. Ada sorang makcik ni tegur, cakap dia baru balik dari chemoteraphy untuk breast cancer. Die cakap tak cukup duit nak balik umah untuk bayar tambang bas. Being a good,compassionate citizen i am, i gave her rm5. Only to discover that, a week earlier, a friend told me the very same story. Dia pun jumpa pompuan tu wat cerita duit takde and anak sakit tenat. adeh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, when i was visiting Helen in KL early this year, orang tak perlu bercakap minta duit. This business is easy. They dont have to talk. Cuma memerlukan nota. There one guy, placing keychain and a note saying pretty much like this as far as i remembered, on every table in the diner "Hi. I am (name). I'm deaf and mute. I am selling this keychain for rm5. Thank you." There's one time while we were eating, there this little girl asking for money as well by passing a note only. I wonder whos kid is that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*It is time to talk about what i am meaning to say in my previous post.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was eating alone at the airport. Just to let the time pass by before i head to the boarding hall. I saw this one good looking guy talking from one table to another table. And i could see, i am going to be his next target. I pretend like i dint see him, a stare at my food, as if my food was so delicious, in fact it is actually not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam hati aku berkata "Jangan la ko stop kat meja aku." Ahh..Time tu juga la dia stop dan memulakan conversation"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hello Miss..are you Malaysian?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku angguk jek. Aku takde masa nak menipu cakap aku orang Amerika. Agak-agak ar r.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Miss, dont be afraid. I am not a bad guy. And dont worry, i am not selling anything. I am a volunteer from ( i forgot the name of the charity home he claimed he represent). This is my identity card ( he showed me his IC) and my license. ......" He continued explaining about helping a group of spastic kids at the same time flipping his folders, showing the photos of spastic kids and their home. " I am selling this stickers for rm10, and the money will be given to the charity home to help the children. I believe you do want to help this kid."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hand him RM10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_PH2ojEYck/TjVLUi4Z_yI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RVLFAEZXJgw/s1600/DSC01828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_PH2ojEYck/TjVLUi4Z_yI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RVLFAEZXJgw/s400/DSC01828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635493325056900898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the car sticker that i bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why on earth would i buy a car sticker, which i dont need at all, that costly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I want to help spastic kids. I'm kind hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just want to make him go away. I dont want him to keep disturbing me enjoying my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is good looking. (damn it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-547727571124388019?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/547727571124388019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/jolly-beggars.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/547727571124388019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/547727571124388019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/jolly-beggars.html' title='Jolly Beggars'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K_PH2ojEYck/TjVLUi4Z_yI/AAAAAAAAAbM/RVLFAEZXJgw/s72-c/DSC01828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3708981574941587253</id><published>2011-07-29T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T08:53:33.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kronologi Ke Ibu Kota Untuk Ditemuduga</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1530- Depart from Cat City after about 30 minutes flight delay. Earlier on, met  my friend at the airport. Die tanya " Apsal ko selalu sangat ulang-alik KL? G tengok bola lagi ke?". Then time imigresen clearance, pegawai tu pun tanya soklan lebih kurang sama " G KL tengok bola ke?" Heh. Dah ada cop bola erk kat dahi aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1720- Tiba di LCCT. Rasa nak terkencing sangat. Tak tahan. Pinjam jamban kapal terbang dulu  sebelum turun. Quickly beli tiket bas ke KL Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1730- Gerak ke KL Sentral. Pejam mata jap lam bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1830 - Tiba di KL Sentral. Cepat-cepat g beli tiket KTM ke Sg. Buloh plak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1900 - Tiba di stesen KTM Sg. Buloh. Tepon Cik Bantuan tanya direction. Die cakap either jalan kaki ja ke lokasi X or naik&lt;br /&gt;            teksi. Tanya Abg Teksi boleh tak tolong hantar ke lokasi X. Abg teksi cakap distance dekat sangat, alang-alang nak hantar. Lagipun nanti jauh plak die kena U-turn. So, jalan kaki je lah adventure. Jalan halfway ke lokasi X, tetiba ada bunyi orang hon. Ala, macam besa ar orang hot ni jalan sensorang mesti kena hon. Toleh-toleh tengok Abg Teksi tadi suh naik, die leh hantarkan. Kebetulan ada orang pakai laluan yang sama boleh ar tumpangkan. So dia dropkan di tempat yang sepatutnya. Tanye tambang berapa, dia jawab "Takpe la" sambil sengih-sengih. Aih, baik pulak abang teksi ni. Makaseh bebanyak tau.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1920 - Arrived at lokasi X. Call orang yang berkenaan cakap dah sampai. Kebetulan warga X sedang dinner. Ada farewell party. Pastu join sekali. Kat meja makan lagi dah sesi suai kenal dan kena interview sikit-sikit. Makanan sedap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2000 - I was shown the room where i am supposed to spent the night. My 1 night roomate is an officer from Indonesia. We had a little chit-chat. Soalan terbaik beliau adalah "Melody, why your name is Melody? Is there any mysterious reason behind your name?" Camna nak jawab??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100 - Jumpa TV dalam rumah tu. Tengok game bola M'sia vs Singapura. walaupun TV blur. Boleh agak ar apa benda berlaku kat padang. Safee Sali hebat. Khairul Fahmi power. Defender rasa nak sepak sekor-sekor. Pemain import Singapura no doubt hebat gak. Benci pelakon-pelakon di padang sengaja lambatkan masa. Lakonan keeper Singapura kepala sakit boleh dapat awards. Muka mintak penampar siot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2230 - Masuk bilik. Kemas barang. Aku bawa kemeja yang tak mudah berkedut untuk interview. Sekali kuarkan dari beg, berkedut tahap dewa. Berusaha ironkan guna tangan. Gagal. Belasah je la pakai baju tu esok harinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2300 - Tido. Bilik aircond. Sejuk bangat. Selimut takda. Pagi-pagi hujan pulak. Sejuk mengigil-gigil tido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0700 - I woke up. Mandi. Naseb baik ada heater. Pekena baju berkedut untuk interview. touch up, touch up sikit. Time tu hujan lebat. Aku takda payung nak jalan dari quaters tu ke main opis. Kongsi payung dengan roomate semalam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0800 - Sampai di building main office. Saya awal. No sign of other candidates, even their staffs still on their way to the office. Main game belah buah untuk buang masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0845 - Assessment. Soklan macam soalan exam BOI101. Dah lama tak pegang pen tulisan sangat huduh. MAcam besa belasah ja jawab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0930- Was called into the interview room. Ok la, rileks je interview session. My interviewers are bunch of cool people. Aku masuk dengan baju berkedut. tak kesah ar. haha. One question I found interesting being asked by them was this "From where do you learn to speak English so well? Do you speak English at home?" Aku terus bayangkan aku cakap English dengan nenek aku. Bwahaha. I speak my mother's tongue la at home. Mane de speaking London. And i dont feel like i speak English very well though. Dah lama tak cakap, berkarat juga. But yeah, I learn English in schools. So thanks a lot to my English teachers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1015 - Interview tamat. Setelkan urusan claim flight fare, bus fare and KTM ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1100 - I left lokasi X. Walked to the KTM station and headed to KL Sentral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1130 - Arrived at KL Sentral. My flight was at 5pm. Means i have about 4 hours more to go. Plan to lepak at the nearest mall but i have to grab some food first cause i am getting really hungry at that time. I eat slowly, sambil leeaching wireless, untuk membuang masa. By then, malas pula nak g mana-mana. Lepas makan kan, segala benda malas. Decide untuk stay saja di KL Sentral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sesi mengukur KL Sentral. Tingkat 1, tingkat 2, tingkat 3, habis saya round selama 2 jam. Ada orang tanya direction. I politely say I also dont know and i am sorry that i cant help. Tetiba kaki cramp. Siot. Time tu juga buat hal. Mesti sebab saya jalan non-stop and sejuk. Lepak kat mesin urut rest n go. Sedap wei mesin tu urut time penat. Sekali lagi orang tanya direction. This time to JB. Seriously, muka aku macam kaunter pertanyaan ke? Sorry people, wrong person. Aku lagi duk mesej Helen tanya macam-macam.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1430 - Took a bus ride to LCCT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1530 - Arrive at LCCT. Checked in. Duduk makan lagi untuk buang masa. *was approached by a good looking guy. (*remind me to talk about this in my next post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1700 - Depart from LCCT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1900 - Safely arrived at Cat City! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s : At first, i was a bit worried about my safety, journey and interview. But now i can conclude that everything went up pretty well. Thank God for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3708981574941587253?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3708981574941587253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/kronologi-ke-ibu-kota-untuk-ditemuduga.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3708981574941587253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3708981574941587253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/kronologi-ke-ibu-kota-untuk-ditemuduga.html' title='Kronologi Ke Ibu Kota Untuk Ditemuduga'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-248429905263943302</id><published>2011-07-27T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:27:44.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When people start to discover your 'other' side</title><content type='html'>Helo again people. Forgive me for being lazy to type new entry on this blog. Aku pun perasan aku makin malas. Dulu sikit-sikit benda aku nak taip. Sekarang aku malas gilerr nak taip benda remeh. haha.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenarnya, aku dah gatal nak menaip sejak hujung minggu lepas, tapi cam aku cakap tadi dan sebelum ni, MALAS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu lepas aku ada dinner opis. Balik-balik dinner. Sebulan nak 3 kali kot. Koyak rabak ar poket nak bayar, p naseb aku punya orang bayarkan. So, kalau tak g macam disrespect pulak orang yang bayarkan. Lagi satu, kalau tak join, mula la orang cakap taknak minggle dengan orang len plak nanti. So untuk menjaga reputasi diri ini, saya pun mengagahkan diri untuk join. Padahal pada masa yang sama lemah longlai tengah takda semangat untuk berasa hot dan cantek.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to make story short, the dinner was a farewell party for officers who are going to be transferred. Apsal aku nak cakap pasal dinner yang dah berlalu?sebab sampai hari ini orang opis kutuk aku. Takda la kutuk kaw-kaw, tapi bising-bising lagi pasal performance comel kitaorang. hahaha. It all started when we last minute found out that every district was supposed to do a performance during the dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apalagi, menggelabah warga opis. Hari ni baru tau kena wat performance, esoknya dinner. Mana tak jadi gila suma. Aku cam besa duduk satu sudut buat-buat tak dengar. Ignore sebab aku taknak buat performance. Alih-alih aku dengar pulak sora-sora sumbang cakap " Takpe, Mel kan ada. Kita suh dia nyanyi". Adeh...tak jadi ke aku buat-buat kool kat sudut tadi minta tidak dipedulikan? Pelan gagal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semua nya bermula satu kejadian time dinner terdahulu. Selepas aktiviti cabar mencabar, tolak menolak offer mahu menyanyi di depan, akhirnya aku tewas dicabar orang dewasa. Aku respek orang wei, sebab tu aku mengalah. (ceh. alasan.) Aku pun bernyanyi la dengan syadhu nya lagu siti nurhaliza (eii?), sampai tergamam dan terpaku warga opis. Bos pun respek. Adeii...Tiba-tiba semua orang mula mengaku dorang sedara-mara aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Berbalik kepada dinner minggu lepas. Aku nak tak nak terima gak ar nyanyi sebab suma orang menaruh harapan kat aku. Tapi takpa sebab yang lain cakap dorang akan menari-nari dengan aku time nyanyi. Lagu latest aku tau ar, tapi mostly orang suka lagu lama-lama. Last-last dorang suh aku nyanyi lagu "Malam Pesta Muda Mudi- Saloma". Aku pernah dengar lagu tu, p takda la ingat sangat lirik. CD karoke takda. Maka saya pun dengan gigihnya hafal lagu tu juga. Sampai aku bawa ke tido lagu tu asyik terngiang-ngiang di kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TIba malam dinner. Aku berdiri di depan lebih kurang seratus lebih audience. Tiba-tiba kat depan tu rasa gugup. Dalam hati cakap "Oh. Begini rupanya rasa jadi artis". Aku pun sengih-sengih tunggu muzik bermula. Aku pun nyanyi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opis mate menari-nari, aku rasa nak gelak. Tetiba aku lupa lirik. Aku memang lemah bab hafal-hafal ni. Dah aku lupa, aku ulang-ulang jela lirik aku ingat. Dah tunggang langgang kot lirik. Tapi orang tetap enjoy. haha. Aku bagi korang lirik. Sikit jerk lirik tapi tetap tak ingat. Memory aku low kot penuh ngan benda-benda kuning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Saloma - Malam Pesta Muda Mudi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Malam pesta muda mudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Bertemasya dan menari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Suka ria dalam hati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Sungguh ramai malam pesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Muda mudi bergembira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Hilang rasa duka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Kita bernyanyi sungguh merdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Menghibur hatiku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Marilah oh kawan-kawanku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Jangan malu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Malam pesta muda mudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Banyak kisah yang terjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:'Georgia Serif';font-size:small;"  &gt;Hilang rasa hampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesti korang ingat aku tipu kan? Benda sekarang suma benda nak prove. Baek lah. Aku bagi prove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRD-o5DzItc/TjAtENF9wjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/M5gNs6lkCQk/s1600/DSC01785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRD-o5DzItc/TjAtENF9wjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/M5gNs6lkCQk/s400/DSC01785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634052684097897010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Sila abaikan high heels berterabur di lantai. Kitaorang bukan Beyonce' who can sing and dance gracefully on high heels. Ignore the blurness as well. Maafkan camera kurang canggih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-248429905263943302?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/248429905263943302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-people-start-to-discover-your.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/248429905263943302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/248429905263943302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-people-start-to-discover-your.html' title='When people start to discover your &apos;other&apos; side'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRD-o5DzItc/TjAtENF9wjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/M5gNs6lkCQk/s72-c/DSC01785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4188369949987057748</id><published>2011-07-20T17:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:33:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My current hobby.</title><content type='html'>Hobi saya petang-petang, online sambil menampar-nampar nyamuk pastu kumpul banyak-banyak atas meja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdlYZZJDoT4/TiagdZJv7oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OSPcAZs7WZE/s1600/DSC00032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdlYZZJDoT4/TiagdZJv7oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OSPcAZs7WZE/s400/DSC00032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631364810901810818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4188369949987057748?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4188369949987057748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-current-hobby.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4188369949987057748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4188369949987057748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-current-hobby.html' title='My current hobby.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CdlYZZJDoT4/TiagdZJv7oI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OSPcAZs7WZE/s72-c/DSC00032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2274805818014763540</id><published>2011-07-19T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T21:55:06.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't happy with your job 2?</title><content type='html'>Orang yang sama menjadi kan aku seorang &lt;a href="http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/aint-happy-with-your-job.html"&gt;pembeli kuaci yang berkaliber&lt;/a&gt; satu pagi panggil aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel, nak mintak tolong sket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok. Apa dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nanti kamu tolong pergi kedai bawah sana tolong laminate ini&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sambil menghulurkan wang kertas RM1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Huh?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aku still blur. Pagi-pagi memang aku slow pick up sket. mamai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ni haa.. laminate duit kertas singgit nih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Err..Ok.. Kena laminate duit singgit ni gak ke? Kalau saya TERlaminate duit singgit lain camna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Jangan salah laminate! Nak yang tu jugak. Kamu tanda ar, kalau takut tersilap. tak pun hafal no siri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Err..Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Tadi aku g tanya upah laminate duit ni RM1.50. Nah RM1.50 untuk bayar upah laminate k.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(lam hati. Lorh..tadi dah tanya kat kedai tu apsal tak laminate je terus? Apsal nak aku gak g buat keje pelik ni??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Apa spesel nya duit ni sampai nak laminate?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kata aku tanya lagi menyebok tak sudah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pagi tadi aku bangun. Aku seluk-seluk bawah bantal aku jumpa ar duit ni. Aku tak pernah pun letak duit bawah bantal. Entah cam mana entah boleh tetiba ada kat situ. Duit ni mesti ada something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUxjZfHCf8U/TiWLryW8kbI/AAAAAAAAAas/UI3ScSdiA8A/s1600/DSC00030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUxjZfHCf8U/TiWLryW8kbI/AAAAAAAAAas/UI3ScSdiA8A/s400/DSC00030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631060493465326002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadoi. What is this? Karut? Tahyul? Superstitious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such an interesting job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2274805818014763540?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2274805818014763540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/aint-happy-with-your-job-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2274805818014763540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2274805818014763540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/aint-happy-with-your-job-2.html' title='Ain&apos;t happy with your job 2?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kUxjZfHCf8U/TiWLryW8kbI/AAAAAAAAAas/UI3ScSdiA8A/s72-c/DSC00030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8621770204823798739</id><published>2011-07-18T09:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:30:35.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Cat City to Capital City, to turn into Reds.</title><content type='html'>The Reds was in Malaysia.... Warghhhhhhhhhh.........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So you heard me screaming hysterically crazy like Bieber fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to describe my feeling. It was crazy. It was crazy to visit Bukit Jalil for the first time. It was crazy to see both Malaysia and Liverpool team not through tv screen. It was crazy to sit in the extremely noisy and hot stadium congested with thousands of people. It was crazy to be there with my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though for a moment i would prefer to just watch the match at home. You know, boleh duduk gaya bebas golek-golek depan tv. Boleh tengok replay. Takde la duk tertanya-tanya ape dah berlaku sebab tak dapat dengar bunyi wisel. Or tak perasan linesman angkat flag dah sebab offside. Plus, you can sleep comfortably if the game gets boring. (cc : Awek Cesc :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was slow during the 1st half. Almost regret coming over. Charlie Adam penalty kick and Shafiq Rahim beautiful free kick save the boring first half from being goal-less. Gandingan Joe Cole and Andy Caroll. Adoi. Charlie Adam je kot semangat kat tengah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God for the interesting second half. David Ngog, though he do had a lot of chances for easy score, netted the goal twice. Tu pun salah satu gol sebab mistake defender skuad negara. Then Maxi score another easy goal. After that, Malaysia top striker, Safee Sali, up from the subsitute bench to join the attacking force of the national team and scored twice. Towards the end of the game, Maxi headed in a cross from Kuyt and Kuyt himself get a goal to make the final score Malaysia IX 3- Liverpool 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, which goal out of the 9 goals scored in the game that fascinate me the most? I would say, Shafiq Rahim's free kick. Other than that were just easy goals.haha. Based on my reading, about 67,000 tickets sold out of 83,000 tickets printed. Thank you for providing a good experience to watch you guys play. Thank you for making my trip, ticket booking, flight, sweats and money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terharu bila diorang nyanyi "You'll never walk alone" dan amek medal. *nanges jap. I know they are leaving. Sampai aku imagine cuba la flight dorang delay and stay lama lagi kat sini.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNi6Tt0K_4o/TiO1XH-juBI/AAAAAAAAAac/ozjnqEhBXs8/s1600/DSCF9747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNi6Tt0K_4o/TiO1XH-juBI/AAAAAAAAAac/ozjnqEhBXs8/s400/DSCF9747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630543368026306578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tuan MyVi hitam, for tickets booking, accommodation and transportation.&lt;br /&gt;A devil fan in National Jersey, for coming all the way from the north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awek Cesc, for joining and get high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my friends, Skuad Harimau Malaya and The Reds for a wonderful weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdZKh42qx_s/TiO1XTuE_aI/AAAAAAAAAak/CUIeTdvAU9c/s1600/DSC01753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fdZKh42qx_s/TiO1XTuE_aI/AAAAAAAAAak/CUIeTdvAU9c/s400/DSC01753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630543371178409378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time, its going to be me to Anfield. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8621770204823798739?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8621770204823798739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-cat-city-to-capital-city-to-turn.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8621770204823798739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8621770204823798739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-cat-city-to-capital-city-to-turn.html' title='From Cat City to Capital City, to turn into Reds.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNi6Tt0K_4o/TiO1XH-juBI/AAAAAAAAAac/ozjnqEhBXs8/s72-c/DSCF9747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4159884482234917871</id><published>2011-07-14T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T17:37:27.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I have been typing this line several time to update my blog, but it end up to my drafts. I started typing about 2-3 lines and i end up having headache. So, batalkan niat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, i can say i am pretty occupied this recent weeks. A lot of stuff happens. I do receive messages through facebook asking why aren't they any new post in my blog. Suprise gak ada yang concern pasal my blogpost erk? haha. But like i said, i have been trying to update tapi kurang sehat sket so malas. Ilham mahu blogging macam besa bersepah-sepah tapi sebab suhu badan pun naik, idea meresap keluar dari kepala melalui proses evaporasi dan dibiarkan sahaja.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, sekarang masih demam. Tengah coughing state mengalahkan bunyi bom atom. But getting better. I hope i'll get much better by the end of week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Recap of my previuos week. I attended 5 days course dan dari situ la aku demam. Basically, what i learn during the shortcourse was everything new. Learn about finance. Crack my head to get a balance sheet, and working with numbers. Tahniah la. Dah lama kot tak main dengan nombor. And that is the time i understand my fellow friends who are taking finance and accounting short. Salute you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poeple are great. This are a bunch of people with good discipline and attitude. It was a great pleasure to meet and work with them. That is why i do miss them because we had a such a great time. By the way, i was appointed to be the leader of my group because the youngest in each group wil automatically become a leader. Gulp. Gugup gak ar nak jadi leader untuk team yang terdiri dari orang yang lebih tua dari kamu. Kan orang cakap, hormati mereka yang lebih tua. But the good news, our group won the best group, and was awarded a box of chocolate as a reward. not bad. ehek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainforest World Music Festival was last week. I heard it was a blast. SO much i want to attend it, but...aku DEMAM! plus got unexpected money problem and need to save money for many reason. So RWMF, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was outing with a bunch of friends. It is good to have a hang out with them. Tapi aku kan tengah berjimat duit gak but for the sake of good times, aku kuar jugak. biar pun tengah demam, rembat lagi eskrem. Bertambah la penyakit.ahaha. Pretty much that is all what i have been up to. More yet to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4159884482234917871?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4159884482234917871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4159884482234917871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4159884482234917871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/07/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3684304086239494042</id><published>2011-06-26T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T13:27:24.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An effort to lower down the level of PMS</title><content type='html'>I joined Corpus Christi possession after the mass. Then i headed to the carnival, where Taib and his wife and several other minister was present. Not that i am dying to meet these politicians, but i need the distraction over my unexplainable thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the main reason was, to support my friend's sis, who participated in the Dayung Skora competition. Dayung Skora is the Bidayuh version of Kumang Gawai, or in other words, the Beauty Pageant. I watched the contestant during their photoshoot session. Teringat photoshoot America's NExt Top Model. Ala-ala gitu ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the announcing of the winner, the crowd was entertain by the local live band. To me, they were great. But the crowd wasnt supportive. The band were singing "Price Tag by Jessie J", "Firework by Katy Perry", " Just the way you are- by Bruno Mars" and many others. My friend and i , we were enjoying the song. We goyang-goyang palak at the back of the crowd, as we peeked at the dance floor, they were empty. Ok. Maybe one or two people were dancing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila tiba the band nyanyi lagu "Biar Bekikis Bulu Betis", the crowd change into monsters. THe dancefloor was crowded. Tiba-tiba semua orang jadi sporting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiyak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3684304086239494042?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3684304086239494042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/effort-to-lower-down-level-of-pms.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3684304086239494042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3684304086239494042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/effort-to-lower-down-level-of-pms.html' title='An effort to lower down the level of PMS'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4287053626485162489</id><published>2011-06-24T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:39:54.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS</title><content type='html'>Problematic Mel Sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyakit ini tak muncul setiap bulan. Kadang-kadang ada. Satu perasaan bodoh yang unexplainable. Time-time sebegini, semua benda rasa tak betol. What i hate most, semua benda aku tengok buat aku rindu kehidupan lalu. Ikan apa?! (what the fish!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasut, lampu isyarat, stereng kereta, headphone, sarung bantal, pinggan .... apa-apa lah. Mesti fikiran aku akan melayang jauh mengimbas masa lalu, memandai jerk relate dengan objek aku lihat. Contoh aku melihat payung. Aku teringat dulu aku beli payung kaler biru sebelah dalam kaler grey. Payung itu hilang. Sebelum payung itu hilang, aku teringat sapa aku pernah payungkan  bersama di bawah payung itu dikala hujan mahupun panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nampak basikal. Basikal, aku jeling parut kat tangan aku. Teringat beberapa tahun lalu ketika aku cuma setinggi 120cm, main basikal tengah panas meluncur laju menuruni bukit lalu jatuh macam gaya lagak ngeri. Tidak sakit. Tapi tayar depan basikal sudah bengkok. Anggota . badan luka-luka berdarah. Koleksi parut di badan ini memang hasil kerja nakal dulu-dulu. Basikal remind aku pasal kawan aku yang 'terbang' time main basikal. Ok. Kita skip part kawan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku benci bila datang PMS ini, aku mulalah rasa hidup aku sangatlah pathetic. Macam ada-ada ja silap hidup aku. Like everything that happens back then was a total sucked up. Mengapa perlu rasa begitu?  Bodoh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tak sabar tunggu 2 minggu lagi. time tu mesti aku dah ok balik.&lt;br /&gt;2 minggu akan datang, bila aku baca balik post ini, I must be like&lt;br /&gt;"Apsal aku bengap sangat benda camni pun nak merungut. Small matter jerk. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4287053626485162489?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4287053626485162489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/pms.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4287053626485162489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4287053626485162489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/pms.html' title='PMS'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-317544256654905755</id><published>2011-06-11T13:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T13:20:52.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenek ku dan kata-kata hikmah beliau 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;i&gt;Dulu-dulu, ada seorang pakcik drebar bas pelancong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia sangat baik ngan famili kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, nenek mimpi dia datang umah bawak bunga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time tu pakcik kamu yang bongsu, tak kerja lagi. Juga tak kawen lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas nenek mimpi, tak lama lepas tu terus pakcik kamu dapat kerja dia yang sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pada tahun yang sama pakcik kamu terus kawen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Malam tadi, nenek mimpi ada orang bagi kamu bunga. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Erk...?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-317544256654905755?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/317544256654905755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/nenek-ku-dan-kata-kata-hikmah-beliau-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/317544256654905755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/317544256654905755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/nenek-ku-dan-kata-kata-hikmah-beliau-2.html' title='Nenek ku dan kata-kata hikmah beliau 2'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6859184495214480604</id><published>2011-06-10T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:08:52.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips untuk telefon anda yang TERberenang dalam air.</title><content type='html'>Tadi bukak yahoo homepage, ada article pasal macam mana nak selamatkan tepon anda yang masuk air. Macam tau-tau je kisah aku baru-baru ni. Terasa I tau. Lepas baca baru aku ingat dah nama lain kalsium klorida kontang macam aku tulis kat post aku terdahulu rupanya silica gel.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did pretty much the same macam dalam article tu cuma yang ni dia eksperimen pakai beras. Yela, kalau kat rumah, mana nak cari silica gel. Tapi aku baru tau boleh gak pakai beras rupanya sebab beras ni serap kelembapan gak. Kalau aku tau awal ritu, malam tu jugak aku baling tepon, timbus dalam tong beras kat umah aku. Biar esok hari, bila time  orang nak masak nasik, orang cedok beras dengan HP aku sekali lepas tu tanak. Mampus terus HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk pengetahuan anda, selepas HP saya dikurung dalam container dengan silica gel yang aku curi dari bekas vitamin sape ntah ritu, First attempt on, gagal. Aku bawak g kedai, tuan kedai tu cakap, besenya kalau nak repair lepas masuk air, mahal. Better beli hp baru. Tapi aku tak give up, aku pergi gantung HP tu kat kipas selama 2 hari. (umah aku takde hairdryer,ok.) Lepas tu, boleh on. Yay! tapi, makin masalah ar tepon tu sekarang (refer previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk rujukan anda di masa hadapan sekiranya anda mengalami situasi yang sama, sila klik &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_technews/20110601/ts_yblog_technews/upgrade-your-life-wet-cell-phone-rescue"&gt;sini.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6859184495214480604?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6859184495214480604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/tips-untuk-telefon-anda-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6859184495214480604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6859184495214480604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/tips-untuk-telefon-anda-yang.html' title='Tips untuk telefon anda yang TERberenang dalam air.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3137879113697356978</id><published>2011-06-09T20:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T21:00:00.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handphone punya pasal</title><content type='html'>Di suatu tempat beberapa ribu kilometer jauhnya dari sini, anak-anak muda busy bermain-main dengan telefon pintar. Seawal umur 3 tahun sudah memiliki telefon bimbit canggih, boleh video call, siap ada GPS, online tak payah cakap dah. Anytime, anywhere boleh online. Blackberry? Iphone? Semua ada lah! Sedangkan orang dalam contact list pun kurang 10. Yang pasti no tepon mak bapak ada kat speed dial. Yela, budak lagi. Sekolah pun tak abes lagi belajar sampai sifir 12. Lepas tu duduk depan TV, tengok realiti show. Lepas tu vote banyak-banyak artis hensem walaupun sora tak sedap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tempat berlainan, tidak la jauh dari sini. Dekat je. Seorang gadis ayu lagi hot, dikecam hebat oleh rakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oi. Apsal aku kol ko, ko angkat tapi tak cakap pape?! Buat habis credit aku je siot!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Handphone aku bodo ar lepas masuk air ritu. Jangan kol ar. Aku tak dapat dengar pape pon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Patut la aku asyik dengar bunyi air je bila aku kol.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejam. Gadis itu Rasa macam mahu baling saja handphone dia dalam sungai terus. Biar kawan dia gayut dengan ikan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3137879113697356978?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3137879113697356978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/handphone-punya-pasal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3137879113697356978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3137879113697356978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/handphone-punya-pasal.html' title='Handphone punya pasal'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1716543255460137192</id><published>2011-06-05T23:01:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:20:45.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gawai Story</title><content type='html'>Holla. Its been a great festivity for me. I dont know where to start. I did not expect I would feel like this, but i like it when i feel great when i am least expected. This is not a flowery feeling, nor it is not a feeling of love is in the air. Yes, it is unexplainable, it is just a feel good feeling whenever you dont feel bored because you took every chances to be busy and occupied, at the same time had real fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how my days goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31st May - Fine. For 3 years, i've missed Gawai preparation. I either dont come home, or i came home on Gawai day itself so i barely involve with the prepration. Penangan menangis-nangis kupas bawang, masak-masak (ko masak ke Mel, ke ko tengok je?), panggang-memanggang, pasang langsir, tikar, angkat meja-kerusi, aku dah rasa balik dah tahun ni. Ambik kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ-VMThY5XA/TexLDpLfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/cY87ZNXutfc/s1600/DSC01585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ-VMThY5XA/TexLDpLfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/cY87ZNXutfc/s400/DSC01585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614945361389889426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not lemang. It may look like lemang but it is not. Ko sumbat daging ayam, or any other meat dalam buluh. Pastu ko masak cam wat lemang gak ar. The taste is real good cooking inside the bamboo and it is called "Pansuh" locally. There's many other tradisional food, tapi aku lupa amek gamba sebab eating good food makes me crazy till i forgot everything else in this world.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st June - Family gathering. Cousin and relatives gather at my house. It is good to meet everyone. Plus my bro is back home too, and my family member is expanding. Met my newborn niece. Bukan anak abang aku, tapi anak cousin aku. My house was busy, sampai aku penat nak layan orang. Last-last aku curi-curi kuar visiting umah kawan-kawan aku bila aku rasa keadaan di rumah aku dah terkawal.haha. aku takut tak sempat nak g umah kawan-kawan aku plak, so aku blah ar. hehe. Lepas tu aku berjaga nak tengok upacara Gawai. Upacara ni orang buat lewat pagi. Time frame : 2am-5am. Ok, i know people will pop this question. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mel, bukan ko Kristian ke? Gawai ni bukan orang Pagan ke sambut? Tak salah ke kamu gi tengok upacara tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a devoted Christian, and Yes, Gawai is a Pagan celebration. First, you have to understand why Gawai is celebrated. Maybe i'll make a post about this. Second, as a Sarawakian native, (yes, i am proud to say i am a native. Suprise?), a Dayak, and a Bidayuh blood runs in my veins, i feel like it is my responsibility to preserve my culture, as many as possible. I may not be practising it, but to understand the ritual, the process and collect the knowledge about the celebration is crucial to me. To me, it is unique, and i am proud to be able to be part of if. Does not mean i lose my Christian faith. (err..apsal aku tetibe emo?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mari tengok gamba sebelum aku terus rage. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KiHWzrO_Xm8/TexLD0-G0bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wbMsSxCVank/s1600/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KiHWzrO_Xm8/TexLD0-G0bI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wbMsSxCVank/s400/DSC01597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614945364554994098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told you my family is expanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KaAEYRZsjg/TexLFey7S1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/rXOg-MfQ9yM/s1600/257386_107959772628084_100002421855013_84986_3224060_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KaAEYRZsjg/TexLFey7S1I/AAAAAAAAAYs/rXOg-MfQ9yM/s400/257386_107959772628084_100002421855013_84986_3224060_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614945392962259794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkeEgapxv9Q/TexLFNlXwqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/al4eN5Pxbms/s1600/255823_107957979294930_100002421855013_84955_4155733_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hkeEgapxv9Q/TexLFNlXwqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/al4eN5Pxbms/s400/255823_107957979294930_100002421855013_84955_4155733_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614945388342002338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqIoGFXeaUg/TexLEvR8edI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k9PoV4J7nwg/s1600/255823_107957975961597_100002421855013_84954_7601090_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BqIoGFXeaUg/TexLEvR8edI/AAAAAAAAAYc/k9PoV4J7nwg/s400/255823_107957975961597_100002421855013_84954_7601090_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614945380207458770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.. i dont really know what they're doing, but i am certain it is part of the ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2 June : I invited my friends to my open house. I selected this day for my friends to come over. 1st day would be a real chaos if everyone were to gather at my house. Mesti ada yang kena duduk luar kot nanti.haha. Then i join them for visiting to my friends'. Back home late at night. I remember it was starry night. The view was stunning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 June : Family day out. I planned this day out. I purposely pick one day to be with the family, since i mostly prefer to hang out with my friends rather than my family. It was worth it. Everyone had fun, the day was nice, take a quick dip in the sea, bought a kite but fail to fly it high and the homecooked meal was delicious. The obvious regret about this day is sunburn. :( . Finish beaching, bought some makanan laut untuk diBBQ. Head back home, stat lagi memanggang. Aku penat. Tapi suka hati. hehe. Pastu kuar lagi kawan ajak gi visiting. Memamg super ar penat malam tu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yh_cPbrALI/TexiWCKv0CI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Sdf77Rp27lM/s1600/IMG_1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yh_cPbrALI/TexiWCKv0CI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Sdf77Rp27lM/s400/IMG_1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970966102757410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah la tak mau kongsi coklet ngan aku. Dia patahkan plak sunglass aku. camna aku nak bergaya pasni??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t9PkIlWCdo/TexiWnd13_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/5R0cJhBz8gU/s1600/257353_108270562597005_100002421855013_88348_7461833_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_t9PkIlWCdo/TexiWnd13_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/5R0cJhBz8gU/s400/257353_108270562597005_100002421855013_88348_7461833_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970976114958322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nanges-nanges mintak mandi laut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TImxg8qR5F8/TexiW1k7hNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Zrh2rO-i-Ig/s1600/IMG_1662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TImxg8qR5F8/TexiW1k7hNI/AAAAAAAAAZs/Zrh2rO-i-Ig/s400/IMG_1662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970979902784722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah. Nak sangat mandi laut. Taste the salt water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PSbhfsfBPs/TexQ1dRt3nI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JiQ-0euhnV4/s1600/DSC01601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PSbhfsfBPs/TexQ1dRt3nI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JiQ-0euhnV4/s400/DSC01601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614951714746392178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merajuk. Terus tido lam kereta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_iL19opzbKs/TexQ1M4IKgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0lrY4frdnwo/s1600/IMG_1726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_iL19opzbKs/TexQ1M4IKgI/AAAAAAAAAZM/0lrY4frdnwo/s400/IMG_1726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614951710344096258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Best shot of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 June : Plan mahu rehat-rehat di rumah, sebab kena hantar abang sekeluarga g epot petang tu. Sekali abang buat sudden plan pergi Serikin. Serikin adalah satu tempat kat Border Malaysia-Indonesia di town aku. They sells a lot of stuffs at their stalls there. Usually at any other weekend, tempat tu takda la jam. Tapi mistake ar pergi, jam yang tahap dewa. I think that is the worst jam ever there. But still, we manage to reach there, selepas park kereta bapak jauh dan berjalan sejauh beberapa kilometer. Balik hujan plak. All the way back i pass by 3 road accident. 1 occur freshly in front of my eyes. Jalan licin dan jam punya pasal.  Then send my bro and his fam to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgP1dx6tPPw/TexiXJvSWNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ATheNU9hBKs/s1600/240683_108611029229625_100002421855013_92224_209625_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HgP1dx6tPPw/TexiXJvSWNI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ATheNU9hBKs/s400/240683_108611029229625_100002421855013_92224_209625_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970985314932946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beg dan topi tu baru beli tau. Jangan memain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5aaaN_69qo/Texkv_Ajz0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jnCBYuWJu3o/s1600/242681_108611399229588_100002421855013_92240_1174627_o%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P5aaaN_69qo/Texkv_Ajz0I/AAAAAAAAAaU/jnCBYuWJu3o/s400/242681_108611399229588_100002421855013_92240_1174627_o%2B%25282%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614973610954575682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comel kan. Die jual bakso pakai moto jerk. But i doubt the food cleanliness. I just think the cart is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iuNzHOXv5A/TexiXUjGMHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/39uD8Ll7TAk/s1600/244066_108611592562902_100002421855013_92247_1845497_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iuNzHOXv5A/TexiXUjGMHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/39uD8Ll7TAk/s400/244066_108611592562902_100002421855013_92247_1845497_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614970988216594546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is gerai nasi padang. Gerai bergerak. Ignore manusia di tepi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oL2_cHplWo/TexipLX5qfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/x6fm6hwRnfA/s1600/258765_108612242562837_100002421855013_92260_735757_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7oL2_cHplWo/TexipLX5qfI/AAAAAAAAAaM/x6fm6hwRnfA/s400/258765_108612242562837_100002421855013_92260_735757_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614971294991362546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bro, you beli ape? Minyak urut ke, minyak...........??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;5 June :  Uncle family came back from their vacation from out the country brought home some goodies. Eat great food. What i like the most this few days are the food. :D Tapi tadi aku timbang, berat aku still maintain, sedikit hampa sebab aku bercita-cita berat aku bertambah lagi. Just get back home after watching X- Men with my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. Esok Isnin pula. Benci. Kena readjust balik, focus dan kembali ke kehidupan normal. Kena set balik otak untuk terus mencari kerja. Dan pasangan hidup. Eh.Eh. Eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise the Lord for giving me good days and great moment. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malden :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1716543255460137192?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1716543255460137192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/gawai-story.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1716543255460137192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1716543255460137192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/gawai-story.html' title='Gawai Story'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ-VMThY5XA/TexLDpLfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/cY87ZNXutfc/s72-c/DSC01585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-7473274561308403450</id><published>2011-06-01T01:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T01:55:25.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gawai, Folks.</title><content type='html'>Its 1.20 am. I am still eager to blog. Because i wana do 1 pre gawai post. Currently i am very tired, but still find a little strength to type this entry. Tadi selesai memBBQkan segala-gala yang ditugaskan untuk dipanggang.  Sebelum tu sibuk perap ayam dan daging, kupas kulit bawang (tetap gagal kupas kulit bawang merah, mesti end up berair-air mata.haha). Sembelih ayam tak berani, tengok dari jauh jek, tapi kena gak cabut bulu ayam.haha. Dulu kecik-kecik kena kejar nak tangkap ayam kat reban. Skang beli je kat pasar, tak payah nak main kejar-kejar. Tak elok ar tengok anak gadis hot lagi gorgeous berlari-lari kejar ayam. Kang jatuh tersungkur time tengah kejar ayam, bak kata Step, berselepet tahi ayam kat muka kang, kan hilang ayu.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skang lenguh plak dah bahu, belakang dan pingang. Mesti gara-gara aku berdiri lama memangang tadi. Pastu kena angkat-angkat plak sofa. Adei.  Tikar pun sudah siap dihampar. Umah aku time Gawai mesti ala-ala tradisional, main tikar rotan. Time-time lain mengada pakai carpet.ngeahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil kerja keras aku hari ni ( haish ..korang tak perasan lagi ke aku promo aku konon-konon rajin dalam entri ni?), aku telah mencederakan kedua-dua jari telunjuk aku. huhu. First, jari ku dihiris cantik oleh tulang daging kambing yang aku perap. Kalau kambing tu rasa sedap semacam, tu mesti sebab ada titisan darahku yang manis disitu, ala-ala cerita Raja Bersiung. Secondly, jari kiri plak, tersangkut kat kaki sofa, terus terinjured di situ. Tahniah, hasil kerja keras anda mel, anda dianugerahkan dengan dua luka kecil. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON2dskxOmWY/TeUofBP15iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/69RAY8l5GvY/s1600/DSCF2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON2dskxOmWY/TeUofBP15iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/69RAY8l5GvY/s400/DSCF2740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612937023963129378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boleh plak tulang kambing hiris jari aku cantik je macam cutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hU2viKvfRmE/TeUp2l86mDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fAqh6rczde0/s1600/DSC01587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hU2viKvfRmE/TeUp2l86mDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/fAqh6rczde0/s400/DSC01587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612938528464476210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Fresh cut. Darah over disitu. Saja nak bagi effect drastik. Besa la luka kat hujung jari, mesti darah melampau-lampau memancut keluar. Padahal luka ciput jek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dua-dua luka kat jari telunjuk plak tu. Ada makna ke ni? adakah ini bermaksud aku akan didatangi dua putera kacak? Seorang dari barat seorang lagi dari timur. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Gawai. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-7473274561308403450?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/7473274561308403450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-gawai-folks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7473274561308403450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7473274561308403450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-gawai-folks.html' title='Happy Gawai, Folks.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON2dskxOmWY/TeUofBP15iI/AAAAAAAAAXI/69RAY8l5GvY/s72-c/DSCF2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4383122568944462735</id><published>2011-05-31T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:23:04.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seasons are all over.</title><content type='html'>Alrite, sekarang semua TV series aku layan sedang berehat. Bosan ah nak tunggu. Then bola pun dah habis season. Tambah boredom. Talk about football, i miss my football talk among my friends. I want to talk football here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Kita tau Man Utd menang Liga Perdana Inggeris. Apa faktor Man Utd menang? In my opinion, sebab ada Hernandez. Yes, ada Berbatov, and yes Berba is the Top scorer but kehadiran Chicharito mampu menyebabkan Ferguson beralih kepada beliau, at the same time beliau mampu menyebabkan Berba cuma duduk-duduk panaskan kerusi simpanan. Sebab gandingan Chicharito-Rooney lagi membunuh berbanding Rooney-Berbatov. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, the inconsistency of other rival club. Arsenal up and down performance, and sadly they blew off all their chances to win a cup. Chelsea juga tidak konsisten, they are strong at first, but towards the end..goyah. Liverpool? Tak payah cakap. One of our worst season ever. Spurs and Man city do keep giving pressure but not enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulation to Man Utd, though i dont like you (because you broke our record title).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we watch Barca beat the EPL champion. No doubt Barca was a real solid team. Sorry Man UTd, but your current team is no better than Barca. I enjoyed the game, great game display from Barca side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about Liverpool. Argh..you totally upset this loyal fans of yours. Europa League pun tidak lepas. Tambah lagi kalau masih under Roy Hogdson, agak nya mesti dah main kat Division 1 sekarang. But i am proud for the team can finally scored in the absent of Stevie G. So, since you dont have much game to play for next season, sila lah concentrate on EPL. Do win please. I am dying to see you lift the cup in the future, not only be proud of previous history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope for a better season REDs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4383122568944462735?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4383122568944462735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/seasons-are-all-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4383122568944462735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4383122568944462735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/seasons-are-all-over.html' title='The Seasons are all over.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6294577300563460603</id><published>2011-05-28T15:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T19:09:27.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly, gawai mood is so on.</title><content type='html'>Gawai is approaching, past few weeks, the feeling is normal. Tiada la teruja mahu gawai or anything. Not like when i was a kid. Bila tiba cuti sekolah, oh excited tidak terkata. Tapi aku ingat ar satu benda mesti buat aku paling excited masa kecik adalah...LEMANG. Well, lemang masa dulu-dulu kat famili aku, hanya muncul pada musim perayaan. So bila aku tengok belakang umah aku ada asap-asap, aku tau dah mesti nenek aku sedang buat lemang. Siyes excited. Lepas tu, tau la aku sibuk tengok-tengok orang buat lemang, tapi tak tolong pun.haha. Tapi sekarang suma orang malas nak buat macam-macam, nak prepare,busy, last-last main order jek lemang. Tapi yela, dah besar(ah..benci statement dah besar), excitement kurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Since it is school holiday, my house is infested with kids. Yea, kazen mazen, anak sedara suma balik kampung. tapi budak-budak ni penat layan. Dorang banyak tanya. Sometimes yes there are adorable, tapi penat dho layan. Mahu control pun susah, lari-lari, kuar dari rumah, main pasir tengah-tengah panas, masuk umah basah-basah sebab main air paip tepi rumah. Adoi. Last-last ajak main lukis-lukis, baru diam kejap. Tapi tu pun aku kena paksa lukis-lukis sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PA89vqqVu-Q/TeDMSCfxQ8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/1xXje09tm0g/s1600/DSC01559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PA89vqqVu-Q/TeDMSCfxQ8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/1xXje09tm0g/s400/DSC01559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611709745983472578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken by my cousin. Aku tak boleh blah this shot. Boleh jadi poster education. And as much as i brag about how much i dont want to be an educator in my last post, this shot seem to show differently. These kids listen to me attentively. Believe me, what stories i told them were all lies. Plus, they ask me to draw many difficult pictures; dinosaur, princess, kangaroo etc. Kalau tak mau lukis, dorang demand jugak. So aku pun paksa diri lukis, dimana aku rasa aku lukis kangaroo end up rupa macam tikus. But the good thing about kids, even ko lukis hodoh mana pun, dorang tetap tepuk tepuk tangan cakap cantek juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. For Gawai, forget about new clothes. I dont need new clothes for the time being ( but i would always accept offer for new clothes.anyone?haha)  Aku rasa aku tak sempat juga to do my shopping, im occupied. Dan aku takda cuti gawai lebih. But still i would make it to be home for gawai this year. It is usually not a big deal, i mean usually to me it is just about food, celebration, family gathering, people came visiting in and out. But there's just a good feeling flying around. I barely detect from where the good feeling came from, but just let there be it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6294577300563460603?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6294577300563460603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/slowly-gawai-mood-is-so-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6294577300563460603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6294577300563460603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/slowly-gawai-mood-is-so-on.html' title='Slowly, gawai mood is so on.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PA89vqqVu-Q/TeDMSCfxQ8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/1xXje09tm0g/s72-c/DSC01559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-524883234017217203</id><published>2011-05-25T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T13:48:22.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no teacher.</title><content type='html'>"Ko tak keja lagi? Bukan ko ada degree?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"ERr..ha'a. Sabar ja lagi."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dulu amek course apa?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bio."  Jawab sambil malas. I know where this conversation will go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Apsal tak amek cikgu?" JACKPOT! Sudah kuar soalan cikgu. Selepas beberapa saat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tak apply KPLI?..........itu la.....masalah kamu graduate sekarang......tak berani menjadi cikgu................... . . .  .   .     .     ."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Cikgu.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........................cikgu......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................................cikgu............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................................................................cikgu......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the conversation continues..on how much better life would be if i become a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. I cannot says this to you just now. With all respect, you are my superior. Saya hanya angguk-angguk paham. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll vomit everything in my heart here.  Kenapa saya kurang mahu menjadi cikgu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu, jika dalam hati saya memang bercita-cita untuk memegang kapur dan menconteng papan hitam, or mungkin zaman serba canggih kini memegang non permanent marker dan whiteboard, serta memegang rotan, pembaris untuk berlagak seolah-olah cikgu garang, awal-awal dulu saya sudah masuk maktab perguruan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dua, jika hati ini memang mahu menjadi cikgu, masa nak apply masuk U dulu-dulu, semua lapan option kat semua universiti saya akan apply perguruan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiga, I respect all my teachers. Dari sekolah rendah, sekolah menengah, Sunday School, Lecturer di Matric dan USM. I respect you all. Saya selalu memandang tinggi para guru, sebab dari situ ilmu saya datang. Even cikgu bosan-bosan pun respect, sebab dia ajar saya. Saya mungkin kutuk, tapi bila saya teringat, saya berenti kutuk, dan coba menahan jangan kutuk lagi. Setelah itu, saya reflect diri saya. Jika saya seorang guru, will my student respect me as i respect my teacher? Jika student saya terjumpa saya gelak-gelak tak control hilang ayu di kedai kopi, will i get the same respect? Jika student saya jumpa saya korek hidung di tempat awam, will i be respected? I see myself, i cant be a good model to students. I am a bad person. I know i wont be a best display as a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may have a slight probability of becoming a teacher. About 0.10 %. Have i ever consider myself to turn into teaching line? yes. I have to consider every option that i have. Even considering taking jobs which is way different than what i learn, what i graduated from. I am in no position to be picky, to be choosy. We all know the job market is in a very sad condition at this point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friend, as you keep reading this, jika kamu pun bersetuju yang mengajar dan menjadi seorang guru is a better profession, dan kamu gelak sekarang ini sambil berkata "Kan aku dah cakap Mel! Jadi cikgu ja! " Or " HAHA. I told you so!" sila lah simpan saja dalam hati. Yes, i am sad that i still dont have a proper job. I could really use words of comfort and a little support, even though you are not agree with what im doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ahh..feeling much better letting it out here. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Get back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-524883234017217203?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/524883234017217203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-no-teacher.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/524883234017217203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/524883234017217203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-no-teacher.html' title='I am no teacher.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-736082307620727787</id><published>2011-05-21T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:24:40.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when do i blog?</title><content type='html'>OMG. I just complete browsing through all my old posts. Hillarious!  Segelintir entri saya sangat la bodoh. Aku pun tergelak balik bila baca. Bengong ar. Aku pun tak sangka dari mana entah datangnya idea-idea bangang aku buat entri sedemikian. haha. Lawak dho bila ingat balik. Bila ingat balik kejadian tersebut, sungguh tak boleh blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, entri-entri emo. Bila aku sedang sakit hati. arghh.. Salah satu reason aku suka taip-taip bila marah, terhasil lah satu entri yang rage. I dont like reading this type of entry of mine, because it reminds me of my down moments. Aku dah type, biar ja lah.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drafts. ada banyak entri tidak terpublish di sini. Mostly entri rage. haha. Or entry i feels like im being insensitive to others. Juga entry yang bila saya sudah habis type, it sound too personal. So saya batalkan niat mahu publish. Yes, typing what i feel membantu saya sikit. Habis taip rasa lega, tapi cerita bodoh saya mostly publish, ada juga entri terhasil time marah-marah, emo, sedih tu tak jadi nak publish sebab macam attention seeker ja bunyi. haha. And saya tak suka orang kesian kat saya.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start blogging in Sept 2009. About more that a year than a half now. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i admit my entries may sound like a diary, because i mostly crap about my daily life. But i wont say this is my diary. If it is my diary, my wouldn't post it here. I would rather write in a book and hide it under my bed. Let's just see my blog like a journal. No theme needed. I write about whatever i want.That's the beauty of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-736082307620727787?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/736082307620727787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-when-do-i-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/736082307620727787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/736082307620727787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/since-when-do-i-blog.html' title='Since when do i blog?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3633629707284455958</id><published>2011-05-20T06:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:09:39.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah HP menyelam di dalam baldi</title><content type='html'>Aku pulang lepas lepak-lepak ngan kawan, tiada la mengantuk untuk tido terus. So online la dulu tunggu mood ngantok sampai. Lepas tu marah-marah geram main angry bird. Blogging, belek-belek facebook, tweet sesekali-sekala.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menguap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, sudah ada simptom mengantuk. Better masuk tido. LEbih kurang pukul 1 pagi. Pelik juga tiada rasa mahu tido, selalunya awal-awal lagi dah mengantuk. Mungkin adrenalin masa interview siang hari masih ada dalam sistem so rasa mahu tido kurang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebelum masuk bilik tido, berus gigi, cuci muka dulu. Then tuka seluar purple poket-poket yang dipakai tadi. Takkan nak pakai tido, tak sesuai. Teringat tertumpah teh tarik kat seluar masa keluar minum tadi, terus seluar itu di lontar ke dalam baldi berisi air separuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Membuka pintu bilik. Nak set alarm untuk bangun pagi esok. Handphone! Letak mana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kali terakhir ingat letak dalam poket seluar. Sudah! TEringat part membaling seluar ke dalam baldi tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berlari ke bilik mandi. Kelihatan hasil balingan tidak kemas seluar ke dalam baldi tadi, sebelah bahagian seluar di dalam baldi, sebelah lagi di luar baldi. Angkat seluar, air menitik-nitik. Cek poket, handphone seronok mandi. huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cepat-cepat saya keringkan. Teringat terbaca dalam majalah kalau handphone masuk air, keringkan, lepas tu letak dalam container dengan kalsium klorida kontang (eh. betul ke ni nama benda tu?) Ala, benda paket2 kecik dalam makanan, ubat etc untuk buang wap air tu. Dulu belajar kimia sekolah menengah selalu kuar term tu. LEtak dalam kontainer bersama handphone semalaman or lagi lama lagi bagus lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah. Mana nak cari benda tu. Sekali semua paket makanan yang ada dirumah saya selongkar. Then jumpa botol vitamin, sapa entah tuan punya vitamin saya ambil la paket-paket kecik tu kuar dari botol, cari kontainer, kurungla segala isi handphone bersama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Dpp8i2GS0/TdWfUV0dT1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Anxnyj2GeQw/s1600/CIMG0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Dpp8i2GS0/TdWfUV0dT1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Anxnyj2GeQw/s400/CIMG0155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608564082763190098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih kurang begini ar aku letak handphone semalaman. Tadi aku try on sekali, takmau. Mungkin harus tidak meletak harapan tinggi handphone boleh pulih.huhu. Kat paket buang wap air tu aku amek dari botol vitamin perisa oren, hasil dari mengurung handphone dalam container eskrem di atas, handphone saya pun end up bau oren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last-last balik pakai handphone ni juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLXqVHhQ-ms/TdWfUgXCYsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9v8ptoOCteA/s1600/CIMG0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TLXqVHhQ-ms/TdWfUgXCYsI/AAAAAAAAAW4/9v8ptoOCteA/s400/CIMG0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608564085592580802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aku tak berniat pun mahu beli telefon lagi, mengapakah ini terjadi? Adakah ini petanda untuk saya beli handphone baru? Saya tiada duit. Saya kumpul duit mahu tengok Liverpool datang KL la wei. Aku tau la HP tu keypad sudah tak betol, tapi...mengapa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEver mind, for the time being, handphone selalu menjadi hiasan saja di rumah. Bukan benda paling penting dah, i think i'll take a longer time to but a new phone. Or i would really appreciate anyone who have the heart of an angel willing to lend me your old phone, or if you afford buy me the cheapest phone ever in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : Now is 6.40 am. Sungguh awal saya bangun gara-gara handphone. Siap tangkap gamba lagi and blogging awal pagi. Super. Aku tensen ngan handphone. So ketensenan disalurkan ke dalam blog. Harap memahami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3633629707284455958?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3633629707284455958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/kisah-hp-menyelam-di-dalam-baldi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3633629707284455958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3633629707284455958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/kisah-hp-menyelam-di-dalam-baldi.html' title='Kisah HP menyelam di dalam baldi'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-96Dpp8i2GS0/TdWfUV0dT1I/AAAAAAAAAWw/Anxnyj2GeQw/s72-c/CIMG0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-528938738236872290</id><published>2011-05-19T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T19:10:16.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Interview</title><content type='html'>My adrenaline is still high. I'll let it out of my system here. I wasnt nervous during my interview at all, weird. But now i am. Though the interview went well, tapi di fikiran ku ingatkan rasa lega lepas interview, tapi makin pikir banyak. siot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. let see how my interview goes. First i arrive around 8am at the office. Then we are supposed to do a personality test, but i already did the test before so i dont have to do it again. So skip the personality test. But still have to wait for the other candidates to complete their test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 candidates you all, for 1 post yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa macam semut. 11 candidates yang lain sangat bergaya, with their experiences, good thesis, some have master degree. I was candidate no 7. Each persons was interviewed approximately around 30 minutes. Mine, i entered the interview room at 2.15pm, i went out of the about 30 minutes later. The interview session was fine, though there were 7 interviewers, consists of the CEO from various department. They do asked tough questions, i dont know what i crap. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tiring part is waiting my turn. The office was so cold, and my sore throat is killing me. Luckily i did not lost my voice, i drink a lot of water. Tapi minum banyak-banyak air, tambah kesejukan office tahap dewa dan sedikit rasa nebes-nebes membuatkan saya banyak kali juga la pergi toilet. Lama dowh tunggu turn, dari pukul 9am-2pm saya tunggu. Sempat saya beramah mesra dengan candidate lain untuk menghilangkan bosan, naseb baek mereka boleh menerima lawak bodoh saya dan gelak bersama. haha. Begitulah caranya untuk membolehkan masa cepat berlalu ye, bergelak ketawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i dont know la. To compete that single post with 11 others, imagining that, sangat tipis wo peluang. I did my best, berserah la sekarang ni. Hoping for good news and more options coming. :) Apa-apa pun, good interview experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;malden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-528938738236872290?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/528938738236872290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/2nd-interview.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/528938738236872290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/528938738236872290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/2nd-interview.html' title='2nd Interview'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2866713490371117798</id><published>2011-05-07T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:52:35.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Ok. I know i usually tidak amek port about mother's day, i just let the  day pass by. I have no feeling at all actually. I admit, I'm a total  sucker in expressing my feeling. But something came up. If it is not  today, till when will I keep ignoring the day and did not show my  appreciation? To avoid regrets, so.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day to all mothers out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day, to those celebrating without the presence of their mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's day, to the people who sacrifice to be remained  unmarried, to take responsibilities, took over the role, to be a mother  to the child whom aren't theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mother's day, to all the women of my life, whom had nurtured,  raised, taught me, the meaning of life, to grow up to be a good person,  day and night, regardless how terrible i have been as your daughter,  grandaughter, niece and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y10MYEFI1CU?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mother Of Mine by Hayley Westenra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Appreciate your mothers, don't ignore them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2866713490371117798?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2866713490371117798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2866713490371117798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2866713490371117798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y10MYEFI1CU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4246484492638556844</id><published>2011-05-06T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T19:25:06.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cannot Deny My Old Woman's wish</title><content type='html'>It's Friday (sila jangan memandai insert lagu Rebecca Black), and long hour lunch break. So i went back home for lunch. Ei..macam la tak hari-hari aku balik rumah time lunch break. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, setiba nya aku di rumah. Takda orang. Adik aku pun tak balik lagi dari sekolah. Aku jerit-jerit ar cari nenek aku. Jenguk ruang tamu, tiada. Dapur, pun tiada. Rupa-rupanya beliau dalam bilik tido beliau, sedang menyelongkar satu bungkusan plastik penuh dengan album-album gambar lama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Nenek cari apa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Cari gambar saya tu, yang gambar sensorang tu. Dari tadi cari tak jumpa-jumpa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mari saya tolong carikan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belek punya belek...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Nek, gamba yang ni ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Bukan yang tu..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Yang ni ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Bukan.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Yang ni ka??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Bukan juga!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haish. Saya fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Nenek nak buat apa dengan gamba tu?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Ingat nak bagi kamu suruh kamu buat bagi besar" &lt;/span&gt;(gambar2 dalam album yang dibelek bersaiz 3R dan 4r)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ooooo...Susah-susah, kita pergi la studio gamba, tangkap gambar baru, lagi cantik gamba nanti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Tak mau! Sekarang sudah tua. Muka sudah kurus dan berkedut. Rambut pun dah tak hitam. Tak mau, tak mau gamba studio. Nak gamba yang ari tu jugak"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aik. demand pulak orang tua ni. Kata saya dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Haa..yela la. Cari dulu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cari punya cari lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ha..nek, gamba duduk gaya Queen Elizabeth ni ka yang nenek cari?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangg....satu tamparan hebat di pipi. Ok, cuma imaginasi saya. Jika situasi ini berulang di masa hadapan, cucu aku buat lawak aku duduk gaya Queen Elizabeth, siyes aku tampar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Haaaa!! Yela,yang tu la! Jumpa pun. Yang ni la nak bagi kamu suh kamu buat lagi besar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nenek aku suh aku besarkan 2 keping gamba single beliau besaiz 3R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast foward ke kedai gamba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tokay, sama mahu enlarge ini gamba buleh ka?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Owh..buleh. Buleh. U mau belapa besar saiz?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Itu besar ha. buleh? &lt;/span&gt;" sambil menunjuk ke satu frame gamba besar lagi dari saiz A4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Buleh.Buleh. Tapi saya kena tangkap dulu pakai camera. Kalau scan tidak cantik nanti enlarge."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Ok.Ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encik tokey kedai gamba pun busy-busy buat kerja dia, sementara saya menunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"U mau buat dua-dua gamba ha? Satu keping RM80 ha. ok? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentap. RM80? Adoi. I did not expect that much. 2 keping means RM160! Adeh...&lt;br /&gt;Sambil aku sedang berpikir agak mahal ja nak buat gamba tu, kepala aku angguk-angguk memberi signal "Ok" kepada tokey kedai. Bodoh punya tindakan refleks! Ko ada duit ka nak bayar, Mel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Encik Tokay proceed to printing those pictures. Aku pulak sedang pikir mana nak dapat duit. Dalam dompet ada kurang RM100. Ok,jujur, Kurang RM50 sebenarnya. Sudah la saya memang jimat-jimat bulan ni sebab bajet lari bayar laptop bungek yang tak setel-setel lagi penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Tokay, lambat lagi ka mahu siap?"&lt;/span&gt; Saya bertanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Lagi sikijap siap la, u jalan-jalan dulu nanti u datang balik ambil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam otak aku satu ja, g ATM dengan harapan duit dah masuk. Selalunya duit aku masuk on the 8th or 10th of the month. Aku tengok tarikh rini, 6hb. huhu. Semalam aku baru jek check duit, balance belasan ringgit je. Sadis betul. So berharap la sangat ada miracle duit bertambah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situasi di ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati bercahaya melihat balance. Fuh. Naseb bek. Boleh juga aku bayar. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku balik umah, terus aku bagi la gamba yang sudah enlarge itu kat nenek aku. Terkejut beliau tengok gamba laju betul siap. Helo nenek, sekarang zaman fast and furious ok nek. Everything is instant. Mee segera pun 3 minit je dah masak. Dia masih lagi ingat zaman dia dulu-dulu, orang main lukis-lukis potret. Ambil masa berminggu-minggu untuk siap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAstu dia tanya berapa harga. Sebab dia nak bayar. Aku cakap murah ja, tak payah bayar.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dia tau harga, menangis kot nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Malden's stoopid tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4246484492638556844?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4246484492638556844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cannot-deny-my-old-womans-wish.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4246484492638556844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4246484492638556844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-cannot-deny-my-old-womans-wish.html' title='I Cannot Deny My Old Woman&apos;s wish'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8081327057246788753</id><published>2011-05-03T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T18:49:36.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current BF</title><content type='html'>When my bro got married about 2 years ago, i realize that its been a while since i have my last BF. Having a BF used to be fun. After so long, i finally got mine. I could feel love again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about him is amazing. His laugh is adorable, what ever words come out from his mouth is funny. All his actions are cute. His touch is gentle, his talks are sweet. Tidak kah kamu sedar sejak dua menjak ni aku suka semacam?? Sebab, BF is in town for a while. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think its time for a proper introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready people, introducing my current BF........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WLpoIj1CQA/Tb_Y-XhTwZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hJi5nEM5K0k/s1600/DSCF3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WLpoIj1CQA/Tb_Y-XhTwZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hJi5nEM5K0k/s400/DSCF3095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602435027449397650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADAA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup. That's my BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Boyfriend? Who's talking about a boyfriend? Saya bercakap pasal Baby Feveret saya. hahaha. He's my nephew.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That photo was taken during Christmas 09. Masa tu beliau masih merangkak lagi. Saya dan segelas milo panas, beliau sibuk mahu dukung. Lepas tu beberapa kali cuba merampas milo panas saya. ngahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan saya cakap hati saya bunga-bunga minggu lepas. Sebab BF balik umah for Easter. Sekejap ja. Sekarang beliau sudah pandai berlari-lari. Cakap ja tak betol lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giuz23_sVCk/Tb_akqQPjxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/3J21j7VA0zg/s1600/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-giuz23_sVCk/Tb_akqQPjxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/3J21j7VA0zg/s400/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602436784824749842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Berlakunya rampasan laptop di sini. Saya mahu online, dia sibuk juga mahu main. Mahu tengok Upin Ipin. Cess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoGx9O4rKQ/Tb_akeB02SI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_TA67OUDYJw/s1600/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5uoGx9O4rKQ/Tb_akeB02SI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/_TA67OUDYJw/s400/DSC01387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602436781543053602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beliau tak pandai buat sign peace. hahaha. Err..sila ignore jerawat di muka saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ws3HEHKcBw/Tb_akz-p4oI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lk_dmFLUA_0/s1600/DSC01422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--ws3HEHKcBw/Tb_akz-p4oI/AAAAAAAAAWo/lk_dmFLUA_0/s400/DSC01422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602436787435332226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mende ntah dia suka sangat tadah telinga dengar bunyi yang kuar dari speaker. Obvious sangat takda benda len nak main dah.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5S7ahpmd4U/Tb_ak4VqJWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TjSkWuP5zFk/s1600/DSC01416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5S7ahpmd4U/Tb_ak4VqJWI/AAAAAAAAAWg/TjSkWuP5zFk/s400/DSC01416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602436788605560162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oi. Gatal erk tengok amoi shantek dalam tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sekarang BF sudah pulang ke bandar minyak. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;BF, I hope that the next time i see you, you can say my name properly. Not aunty Memew, ok! I dont want to sound like pusak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint kids adorable? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i sound like i want kids? Oh my God........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;malden :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8081327057246788753?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8081327057246788753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-current-bf.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8081327057246788753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8081327057246788753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-current-bf.html' title='My Current BF'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WLpoIj1CQA/Tb_Y-XhTwZI/AAAAAAAAAWI/hJi5nEM5K0k/s72-c/DSCF3095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8419956307910548595</id><published>2011-05-01T21:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:58:52.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Crazy Weekend</title><content type='html'>In reference to this &lt;a href="http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-week.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, i suffer severe muscle pain. Segala tulang temulang rasa sangat lemah, segala muscle sangat sakit. Khamis dan jumaat aku dah mengerah segala tenaga main macam-macam aktiviti sampai penat giler. Tido pun tak cukup untuk aku relakskan badan. Sabtu aku rehat kejap, tapi petang tu aku kena kuar gak ada urusan sikit. Siyes tak larat mahu drive, pegang stereng kereta bahu dah lenguh, kaki pijak pedal minyak dan clutch pun sakit dari betis ke peha ke bontot. Terpaksa minta bantuan kawan drivekan. Last-last aku g beli binatang berikut :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eazYYMQ85wc/Tb1grPrT-OI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e7lWw7kHUO0/s1600/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eazYYMQ85wc/Tb1grPrT-OI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e7lWw7kHUO0/s400/DSC01488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601739807577602274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pil dalam gamba adalah Panadol extend. Panaflex tu untuk ko tempek-tempek kat mana-mana bahagian otot yang sakit ar. Aku selalunya bila penat lepas main, aku tak pernah telan ubat untuk legakan sakit otot. Aku selalu nak diurut, tapi takda orang nak urut, so aku nampak benda ni kat Watson aku trus beli. Sebab Ahad (hari ni) aku nak g hiking plak. aku cuba nak kurangkan rasa sakit otot. Hurm..pagi tadi bangun ada kurang sket rasa sakit so aku assume berkesan gak ar benda di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, mari terus ke cerita hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi aku pergi hiking kat taman negara Bako. Bako national park ni peat swamp forest reserve ar.  Kawasan orang tangkap-tangkap ikan, udang, ketam etc. Teringat plak part aku belajar biodiversity and ecology dulu buat amali kat kawasan paya bakau. Kalau nak memancing pun boley. Tapi kitaorang g hiking, maybe next time boleh buat trip memancing plak. Lets just let the pictures do the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uC2FArRJBk0/Tb1gOIZB5PI/AAAAAAAAAVY/B3NiVm4CYeM/s1600/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uC2FArRJBk0/Tb1gOIZB5PI/AAAAAAAAAVY/B3NiVm4CYeM/s400/DSC01429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601739307405665522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Benda yang buat ada rasa tak senang sket. Amaran ada encik buaya. ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBY8bRlA0bg/Tb1gOWXbi1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/3A7lR0PXYlk/s1600/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iBY8bRlA0bg/Tb1gOWXbi1I/AAAAAAAAAVo/3A7lR0PXYlk/s400/DSC01437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601739311157054290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To go there, kena naik bot. Ini konco saya. Gambar di snap oleh saya yang sedang manaiki bot yang berlainan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hiAmHxg-_U/Tb1gOZrlX6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RAhkbyLA0w8/s1600/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9hiAmHxg-_U/Tb1gOZrlX6I/AAAAAAAAAVg/RAhkbyLA0w8/s400/DSC01431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601739312046890914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ini barulah saya dan bot. I like the boating experience. Entah la, as long as i am not seasick, saya suka nek bot. But under the hot sun, urgh, benci. But yes, still liking it if i put aside that i will darken my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b36EvDgj3zQ/Tb1gOqt4N-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/WsnYHyLLZ8c/s1600/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b36EvDgj3zQ/Tb1gOqt4N-I/AAAAAAAAAVw/WsnYHyLLZ8c/s400/DSC01454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601739316619917282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is all of us who going to climb up for a hike. Yay! pakai selipar jepun. Tahniah la. Manusia mana hiking pakai slepar jepun?! Dush2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been hiking from 10am-3pm. That 5 hours of hiking, people! Based on my calculation, those long hours of hiking, we have covered about 10km walk. Wawawaw! Tidak sedar, but serius penat wei! And we all sangat banggang nya mahu amek the longest trail, amek kau, penat macam tahap babun sekor-sekor. To add story worst, we left home so early in the morning (sebab dari umah g Bako agak jauh ar, kena gerak awal) so tidak sempat mahu breakfast. Cuma beli bun. Mineral water 2 botol besar untuk 6 orang minum. 4 of us use slippers to hike ( aku bawa kasut, tapi kasut jalan, bukan kasut hiking, atleast ok dari hiking pakai slepar.haha). Salah seorang cramp tengah jalan. Wahahaha. Siyes bongok. Pahal kitaorang dah tau nak g hiking, tak prepare siap2?. SEBAB PLAN LAST MINIT MEMANG BEGITU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masa halfway siyes rasa separuh mati. Siap imagine diselamatkan helikopter sebab masing-masing penat. haha. Air nak minum pun kena jimat2. Ahernya berjaya completekan hiking selepas 5 jam, macam tak percaya ja dah nak balik. Masa nak balik, semua tak nak drive sebab penat. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Aku tak nak merepek banyak. Aku tengah penat ni, mahu rehat.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : Another great day spent though its tiring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;malden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8419956307910548595?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8419956307910548595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-crazy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8419956307910548595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8419956307910548595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-crazy-weekend.html' title='Another Crazy Weekend'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eazYYMQ85wc/Tb1grPrT-OI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e7lWw7kHUO0/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2440125767466277508</id><published>2011-04-30T11:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:04:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Busy Week</title><content type='html'>This week had past very fast and i had been very busy. At the same time, im tired. I slept early, if you notice, i wont be online till late at night anymore. Sudah hilangkah remaja suka tido awal? haha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward, i just return home last night after being away from home for two days to attend my department Sports and Fitness event. Yea, so far my favourite part of my volunteerism experience. Sport. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a lot of activities. All are tiring. Excepts for the boring talks and motivation speech which often make me fall asleep. Same old lame talks. But i like the talk on diabetes. We had the chance to tour the dialysis unit, for the kidney failure patient to do their treatment. And i like the exposure. I always like exposure, it makes you see stuff clearly. So lesson learnt: Kurangkan pengambilan gula. Bosan sudah dengar ini, but it is true. Sakit dan seksa wei tengok pesakit kencing manis yang buah pinggang rosak. Lebam di tangan kesan cucuk-cucuk sesungguhnya tidak cantek. Kena wat dialysis 3 kali seminggu. Satu sesi 4 jam.huhu. So, sayangilah kidney anda. Kidney organ yang penting ok. Err.. i have to cut my Coke consumption too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa tengah menaip entri ini, segala muscle badan sedang lenguh dan sakit. My shoulder and right hand is sore sebab main badminton. Pergelangan tangan pun sakit gak sebab main bola tampar. Bahagian peha, bontot, dan kaki pun sakit measti sebab larian jogathon and my 100m sprint event. PAdan muka, kan dah sakit2 badan, gatal nak main banyak game.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all the pain, was worth it because of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqkS9K9SDEg/TbuK5-6-2LI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tKebsJsQZgg/s1600/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqkS9K9SDEg/TbuK5-6-2LI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tKebsJsQZgg/s400/DSC01426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601223290312906930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are all the prizes i get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya nak lari jogathon sebab mahu berpeluh. Itu ja the main reason saya. I dont care about wining, event pun kecik ja ,not a big deal. Jika ini olimpik, of course i care about wining. At the same time, when i run long distance, i forget stuff for a while. I like that. I want to stop thinking, or missing something, and running is my distraction. And i did not expect to finish first for the women open category. When i was almost reaching the finishing line, i remember running between the guys. ANd a lot of them had finished their run. I dint know that i am the first one to arrive for the women open category till i was handed the no 1 card.haha.. My self evaluation, i still have it. I still have the stamina and that's good :). I thought i cant make it after so long stop running due to lack of self motivation. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100m sprint, i got first too. selepas berapa saringan entah, tak ingat. Tapi sprinting ni la buat bahagian peha aku tengah sakit sangat sekarang ni. Mesti otot-otot segala tissu peha aku skang ni tengah koyak rabak. Aku lari pecut dulu-dulu ja zaman sekolah, leh lagi pecut rupanya. haha. TOT usm pun aku tak pernah lari, sebab aku malas dan aku suka g main futsal. So tak pernah g aku sprint kat trek stadium USM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada g ar aktiviti lain semalam. Sukaneka segala. Yang dalam paper bag kecik-kecik lam gamba di atas hasilan main sukaneka. Dan juga sukan-sukan berpasukan. Aku kutip dari futsal, badminton and sukaneka ar. Yang interesting adalah benda lam bag. Mesti korang pun nak tau gak kan? Ni ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYhOUtw-1IA/TbuK6OZshAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GL4nNTogj5Q/s1600/DSC01428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fYhOUtw-1IA/TbuK6OZshAI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GL4nNTogj5Q/s400/DSC01428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601223294468260866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabun untuk bulan ini tak payah beli dah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2440125767466277508?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2440125767466277508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-week.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2440125767466277508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2440125767466277508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/busy-week.html' title='The Busy Week'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqkS9K9SDEg/TbuK5-6-2LI/AAAAAAAAAVI/tKebsJsQZgg/s72-c/DSC01426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2450934049944931279</id><published>2011-04-25T13:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T13:33:34.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't happy with your job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Mq62Sk52-Q/TbUFiajWHYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fGaTLqtPEko/s1600/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are working, and wasn't satisfy with your job, or you are doing crappy jobs to make your living....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets spend a little time to know a little about what i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Mq62Sk52-Q/TbUFiajWHYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fGaTLqtPEko/s1600/DSC01378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Mq62Sk52-Q/TbUFiajWHYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fGaTLqtPEko/s400/DSC01378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599387800506342786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is the note from my superior. Cant read clearly? Here's what the note says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Mel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you please help me to buy a packet of sunflower seed at Ming-Ming Mini Market? Just get the one that you used to buy please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika kamu ingat ini nota untuk belikan benih bunga matahari, anda silap besar. Yea, saya tukang beli kuaci. Ming-Ming supermarket adalah kedai runcit terfofular di town aku. "Just get the one that you used to buy please" clearly indicate that i been doing this (tukang beli kuaci) several times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kali ini paling tak boleh blah, siap dia bagi nota. Nak lagi terkejut, dia duduk sebelah meja aku je. Apsal nak juga pakai-pakai nota? Apsal tak cakap je? Ni siap dia sendiri pass the note. Adoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, im a proud kuaci buyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*please... a decent job real soon please :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2450934049944931279?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2450934049944931279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/aint-happy-with-your-job.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2450934049944931279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2450934049944931279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/aint-happy-with-your-job.html' title='Ain&apos;t happy with your job?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Mq62Sk52-Q/TbUFiajWHYI/AAAAAAAAAVA/fGaTLqtPEko/s72-c/DSC01378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8463038869609090161</id><published>2011-04-24T11:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T18:44:42.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter! :)</title><content type='html'>Easter had arrive, rejoice and be joyful. This post is an evaluation of my lent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, and i am aware that i have failed to control my emotion, anger, temper, jealousy and other wrong doings either in my action or in my thoughts several time during this lent. It is hard to control oneself and to keep cool all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am relief that i am able to attend all the Holy Days during this Lent, from Ash Wednesday to Palm Sunday, then to Holy Thursday, Good Friday, Easter Vigil and Easter Sunday. I've try to attend The way of The Cross every Friday followed by the Holy Hour, though i missed it twice, one Friday i was in Penang, and the other Friday when i was busy with the preparation of the General Election. I went for the Penitential rite as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion for my lent this year ; was worth it. 3 years, i've missed Holy Thursday and Holy Saturday celebration. Back when im studying in USM, it is difficult to spare time for the mass during the Holy Week. I either got caught up with a lot of works, classes and assignments. Sometimes you are at the crossroads, either to attend the mass or to skip class because the class and the mass falls at the same time. Secondly is the Holy Saturday mass which always falls at night time. Mahu pergi, takut nanti balik USM takda bas pulak. Tak pasal-pasal tersadai di Komtar bersama-sama dengan pengemis jalanan sampai pagi Easter. So, most of the time, tak dapat pergi for Easter Vigil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i or have i not completed my Lent promises? Did i do my charity? Let i just kept it to myself, simply for your information, i tried my best to keep my promises done. :) Easter was always meaningful to me, this year i just feel it more. During Easter Vigil i am touched by how the light of the candle enlighten the darkened church and the renewal of baptismal rite. I just feels right, and everything just fits in.I dont know how to describe my feeling, i feel at awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that im home, i have easy access to attend the mass. I only have to put some effort, to make an attendance,  which i am happy that i have tried to attend and was able to do so. I may have forgotten how it feels to celebrate Easter at home, for 3 years missing it and celebrating it simply abroad. Today, i remember. To our family, it is just a simple family gathering with more food than usual. Plus our close family come and eat together. It is good for a little catch up with all the grown ups cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to put some thoughts, to those who was unable to attend masses, where ever you are, whether you a working or studying in place where churches are rare or none, in the rural area, or you are very busy that you really couldn't make it to the church. And to those who have the easy access to the church, let us appreciate the mass, treasure it, and try to attend mass whenever possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter people. May you have a blessed and meaningful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst...reminder to Mel, since Lent is over, doesn't mean you have the license to turn bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8463038869609090161?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8463038869609090161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8463038869609090161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8463038869609090161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter! :)'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-5552234639377558294</id><published>2011-04-23T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T18:07:21.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crazy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lVQXqI5Jq8/TbKiBTufWuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/veO_wBjPcVg/s1600/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the plan which involving the least preparation always came out with the best result. Like today, again. I wake up early (yeah, its saturday, usually  i woke up late), because my friends and i gonna hit the beach. Not the usual beach we always been to in Lundu and Sematan district, this time up to Santubong. The last time i been to Santubong was when i was still a little kid, means that was about 10++ years ago. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, the area was very much different than the last time i remember i went there. Though there are still a lot of road under construction, but i bet the area will surely become a centre of attraction because the view is indeed fascinating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started very gloomy, it was cloudy. I like it cloudy, not too hot so that i wont be too tanned later on, but im worried it gonna rain later.  But it does not rain, instead, it was so bright and hot. We reach the beach by noon, and you can guess how hot it was during that time of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part about this trip was, i dont have to worry about anything. I meant i dint have to do a lot of preparation, just i have to make an attendance. Plus im kinda broke. We stop by to buy some snack and drinks, the suprising part was, the boys prepare the meal. haha. Seriously he woke up very early just to cook and prepare food for our trip, and his cooking was not bad. nice. I thought that we gonna stop by eat somewhere or just tapau food. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, it was a tiring but fun trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lVQXqI5Jq8/TbKiBTufWuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/veO_wBjPcVg/s1600/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lVQXqI5Jq8/TbKiBTufWuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/veO_wBjPcVg/s400/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598715430133783266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the only photo with all of us in it, so i pick this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiada rupa-rupa macam pergi pantai pun kan? haha. Ni gamba lepas shower, before masuk kreta dan blah dari situ, baru teringat nak amek gamba semua sekali. haha. Gamba di beach? Maaf, saya malas nak letak, sebab saya Sexxayyyy sangat in my bikini so i dont want to cause any nosebleed. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;malden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..gonna go hit the church after for EAster Vigil. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-5552234639377558294?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/5552234639377558294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5552234639377558294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5552234639377558294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-saturday.html' title='The Crazy Saturday'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7lVQXqI5Jq8/TbKiBTufWuI/AAAAAAAAAU4/veO_wBjPcVg/s72-c/DSC01064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1120672346582188115</id><published>2011-04-18T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:06:17.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerita Pusak Lagi</title><content type='html'>Aku sedang layan Buletin Utama ni (wow. sudah pandai tengok berita!), pastu asyik dengar pusak aku bising-bising kat luar rumah. Bunyi ala-ala manja gitu. Hari pun tengah hujan. Aku yang penuh dengan curiousity, selak jendela, jenguk kat luar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oooo..pusak sedang dating dengan pusak jantan jiran."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi hati ini rasa mahu skodeng. Kelihatan pusak aku sedang mengeluarkan bunyi-bunyi manja. Sedang berguling-guling, mengesel-geselkan diri kat kaki kerusi terletak di beranda rumah aku. Sambil pusak jantan jiran ku control macho sedang memerhati karenah pusak ku itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mungkin begini la cara pusak betina memikat si jantan" kata ku dalam hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelakuan pusak ku agak aneh sejak kebelakangan ini. Di suka gesel-gesel, guling-guling kat kaki. Mungkin hormon gatal tengah naik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiba-tiba, pusak jantan bertindak! Dengan ganas! Terus menerkam di bahagian tengkuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(maaf. babak ketika ini tidak sesuai untuk bacaan kanak-kanak. So, dia auto-delete. Maaf ye adik-adik.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huh. Apala pusak aku ni. Suka betol melakukan hubungan sulit dengan pusak jiran tu. Pusak jiran tu dah la tak hensem. Kerja pun tak. Duk rumah je. Pastu rosakkan maruah dara pusak orang!Hampeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi aku heran ar satu benda. Aku selalu je terjumpa pusak dua ekor ni sedang melakukan hubungan. Tapi, pusak aku tak pregnant-pregnant pun. Ke sebab pusak aku dah tua. Pusak pun ada menopause ke? Ke pusak jantan tu tak sempat nak pancut sperm sebab terkejut tengok aku, sebab dua-dua ekor pusak pakat cabut lari bila nampak aku. Ke pusak jantan tu salah aim, dia pancut kat tempat lain sebab terkejut sangat bila nampak aku? bwahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wei kamurang. Kaki saya sakit. Sekarang tempang. Sakit seluruh pergelangan kaki. Tak tau pahal.Adik saya shakap, pusak saya curse. Sebab ada satu kejadian tempoh hari......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pusak sedang gedik. Bising tol kat rumah. Saya tengah takda mood mahu layan pusak. Pusak pulak asyik buat bising, mioaw-miaow non-stop. Saya pun bengang. TERkeluar la dialog lebih kurang begini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bising ar pusak ni. Aku sepak seko-seko nanti!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi aku tak sepak pun. Cakap je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu kaki aku start sakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan dialog adek aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Padan muka! Kan dan tempang. Hari tu sapa suh bising-bising mahu sepak pusak?! Pusak curse kaki kamu tu........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huhuhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1120672346582188115?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1120672346582188115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/cerita-pusak-lagi.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1120672346582188115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1120672346582188115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/cerita-pusak-lagi.html' title='Cerita Pusak Lagi'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-9047333520623945330</id><published>2011-04-17T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T12:29:08.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday people</title><content type='html'>Saya mahu mengulas Pilihan raya, tapi rasanya pasti banyak ulasan dari pelbagai pihak. Read Claire's post on her blog. Maybe mahu tukar opinion dengan kamu. haha. While my good ear, Encek Helen seems not online at this hour, mungkin beliau sedang beradu dalam gua dia.haha. So malas la mahu cakap pasal PR. Boleh Google pasal itu.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Happy Palm Sunday. Tak tau pasal Palm Sunday? Pun boleh google. I want to talk about things that you can't google. Which is, my story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday i plan not to buy newspapper. Sebab saya pasti paper mesti full dengan berita pilihan raya saja. But the first thing i do today lepas church, saya beli Borneo Post. Dah habit kan, balik sembahyang hari ahad, mesti singgah beli paper. haha. Adek dah sindir baik punya cakap semalam bukan main lagi cakap tak nak beli paper, last-last beli gak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ni nak cerita pasal gula-gula kapas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi on the way nak balik rumah, adek aku tiba-tiba jerit dalam kereta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stop! Stop! Mel, Stop kereta!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Pahal?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mahu beli itu.." Sambil tunjuk kat luar ada stall jual gula-gula kapas BESAR sangat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku pun stop kan kereta, pastu suh adek aku kuar beli cepat-cepat. Adek beli siap tiga bungkus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besar tau. Imagine gula-gula kapas sebesar satu depa dalam plastik. Boleh imagine? Adek saya beli 3. kan penuh kereta...lantak dia la. lagi pun gula-gula kapas itu ringan ja dan cepat ja nak abes kalau makan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampai umah nenek aku plak tengok benda kitaorang beli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Apa la maksud benda ni?" sambil tunjuk kat gula-gula kapas tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergh..nenek saya tanya MAKSUD benda tu. Tak tau la nak jawab pa. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ini la gula-gula kapas nek. Nenek kalau nak makan, makan sikit ja. Tak boleh makan banyak sangat sebab benda ni sangat manis" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Owh. benda makan paduhal. Saya ingat PELAMPUNG tadi...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bwahahahahahahaha! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-9047333520623945330?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/9047333520623945330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-sunday-people.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/9047333520623945330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/9047333520623945330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-sunday-people.html' title='Happy Sunday people'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1787217966819692681</id><published>2011-04-15T12:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T12:25:35.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ini Post Sempena Piliharaya Sarawak</title><content type='html'>Laju betol, esok sudah Piliharaya. Ada rasa-rasa itu tsunami perubahan datang sik?? haha&lt;div&gt;Since esok Piliharaya, hari ini ramai pihak busy dengan preparation. Tidak terkecuali aku. Sebab esok aku jaga tempat mengundi, so aku sibuk prepare tempat dan briefing hari ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i can't help myself, and laugh hard when i saw my friend's FB status. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend FB status.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Got it from my brother. Ayat menarik today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Murid-murid, sila bersihkan kelas sebab besok orang nak pakai untuk mengundi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Ok, cikgu! Nanti kami bersihkan supaya mereka undi kelas kita kelas terbersih! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jawab student dengan penuh innocent dan bersemangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;Hahaha XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;P/s : I pray for a fair election. God Bless Sarawak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;*credit to Jayne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1787217966819692681?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1787217966819692681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/ini-post-sempena-piliharaya-sarawak.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1787217966819692681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1787217966819692681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/ini-post-sempena-piliharaya-sarawak.html' title='Ini Post Sempena Piliharaya Sarawak'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8215190543364505151</id><published>2011-04-14T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:17:26.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a mad post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d94FXenn1Z0/TacBhRvkj7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/SdLXxVW4uIo/s1600/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk pengetahuan anda, laptop saya sudah lama nazak. Hari tu dah hantar repair and dapat balik. Baru pakai 2-3 hari, collapse balik. Pakai-pakai kejap, mula la dia memandai restart sendiri. Bengang wei! Sapa tahan buka 2 minit, dia restart. Buka lagi, 2 minit lepas tu restart lagi balik. Adoi. So return balik kat tukang repair. Naseb bek saya tak bayar lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So semalam dapat balik laptop. Suka. XD. Dah rindu dengan laptop sendiri. Adek pun muka ceria ja sebab laptop saya dah ada, tak perlu la rebut laptop dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi.. penyakit laptop dah datang lagi balik. And i just pay the RM450 repair service. WArghh. Bajet bulan ini sudah lari. Half of my pay pergi laptop saja. Shit. This weekend i plan to go to the beach party, tapi macam kena kensel saja. Bajet sudah pergi laptop. huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what disease do my laptop suffer that makes me run mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d94FXenn1Z0/TacBhRvkj7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/SdLXxVW4uIo/s1600/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d94FXenn1Z0/TacBhRvkj7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/SdLXxVW4uIo/s400/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595442733241372594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This blue screen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate it! Bongok wei. I dont even like window 7. I miss window XP. Hari tu saya request mahu windows XP balik, tuan kedai itu cakap "Aiyo, semua olang pakai window 7 ultimate punya le sikalang. Kasi pakai yang update la". Saya manusia malas mahu cakap banyak pun bersetuju. But honestly, saya suka lagi XP. Saya malas version yang upgrade.huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who know how to fix this re-occurring bluescreen, with the lowest cost as possible? Pa masalah sebenarnya, motherboard? graphic card?  virus? trojan? arghh..Your help are highly welcome. huhu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8215190543364505151?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8215190543364505151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-mad-post.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8215190543364505151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8215190543364505151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-is-mad-post.html' title='This is a mad post.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d94FXenn1Z0/TacBhRvkj7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/SdLXxVW4uIo/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-9105482717641872147</id><published>2011-04-11T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T11:56:33.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beza April 2010 dengan April 2011</title><content type='html'>April 2010&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time-time macam ini, sangat bingung dengan final year project punya eksperimen semua. Dah siap ka belum, tak setel g kena bermalam dalam lab. Tunggu bacteria saya membiak. Ternak ramai-ramai, cek species apa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setel eksperimen. Nekad tak mau masuk lab lagi. Tapi kena kemas table kat lab, kemas dan return barang. Kemas dan return barang tak bermakna sudah lega. Thesis! Thesis kena siap. Turun naik school bio jumpa Lecturer, lab assistant , dekan..mahu mintak sign segala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thesis. Taip.Taip.Taip. Pinjam buku banyak-banyak dari library untuk reference. Sotware EndNote untuk literature review. Setiap chapter yang siap, print, hantar kat penyelia semak dulu. Kalau ok, senang hati. Kalau ada yang silap, tahan telinga kena fire. But thank God, mine jarang kena fire. Just kena alter sikit-sikit bab yang kurang. Result eksperimen pun ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sambil sebok dengan thesis, sambil terkenang final exam. Arghh..Kena split masa elok-elok. Mahu study, mahu setel thesis. Buat satu-satu, but seriously time tu struggle ar nak bahagi masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final exam habis. Yay. But dont hooray yet. Still, thesis mahu concentrate. Satu lagi masa tu kena kemas bilik, sebab kan dah nak cuti. Time tu juga la packing barang letak dalam kotak-kotak. Pos pergi sarawak. Time tu juga lah busy dengan thesis. Adoi. Payah.Payah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Print.Edit.Print.Edit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VIVA. Masa jantung berdengup pada tahap tidak normal. Kenebesan sangat tinggi. Takut sangat thesis tidak bagus dan kena fire. Naseb bek, 15 minit bercakap dan soal jawab dengan lecturer saya berjalan dengan lancar. Suka.Suka.Suka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time untuk bind thesis. Print 4 copies. Time ni kena kuarkan bajet banyak. huhu. Duit untuk print, hard cover dan binding sampai ratusan gak ar. So kena sangat careful bab ini, kalau silap kena buat balik, kuar lagi duit. Akhirnya berjaya gak, sempat meet deadline submit thesis. And thats it. Setel semua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedang menaip entri ini sebab tengah tak ada apa-apa nak buat sambil terkenang balik pada masa dan waktu yang sama tahun lepas saya sedang buat apa. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-9105482717641872147?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/9105482717641872147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/beza-april-2010-dengan-april-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/9105482717641872147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/9105482717641872147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/beza-april-2010-dengan-april-2011.html' title='Beza April 2010 dengan April 2011'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-158999688156627402</id><published>2011-04-09T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:31:16.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving for the king of fruit.</title><content type='html'>Sejak aku balik duk umah ni, aku tunggu-tunggu musim buah. Tapi takda gak buah-buahan. Tahun ni macam pelik, buah suma tak jadi. Even rambutan yang paling senang berbunga dan menghasilkan buah pun tak da. Buah-buah sedang mengalami krisis kot. Aku rindu durian....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sesekali-sekala aku kuar dengan misi tidak untuk membeli durian aku nampak gak orang jual longgok-longgok tepi jalan. Tapi bila aku nak beli, tak nampak langsung orang jual. Fyi, sekarang durian dah sangat rare sebab banyak tak berbuah. So harga sangat mahal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu, aku dengar-dengar ada satu kampung ni durian dorang berbuah. Aku pun sebok-sebok pergi cari. Agak jauh gak ar, but for the sake of durian ni, aku pergi gak. Sah memang ada. Sebijik paling kecik saiz lam rm9 (mahal ke? ). Aku tak kesah ar harga berapa, rembat je. Berapa bijik aku beli? Takkan nak beli sebijik kot. Mana puas. Makan sorang boleh ar. Dalam 10 bijik kot aku angkut. Yeah..perkiraan korang betul. Aku baru ja menghabiskan kira-kira RM100 semata-mata untuk membeli durian. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bawa balik umah, tak lama ar jangka hayat durian tu. Terus bukak. Orang kat umah pun hepi jek tengok durian. Yela la, durian belakang umah aku bunga pun tak. Jangan harap nak tunggu buah. Kadang-kadang tengok ada sebijik dua atas pokok, sia-sia ja hati berbunga tengok, cek-cek encik tupai dah tebuk baik punya. hampeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku panggil nenek aku makan. Dia tanya aku dapat mana. Malas nak jawab, cakap ja aku curi kat kebun orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makan punya makan, tetiba aku teringat ........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nek, nenek jangan makan banyak sangat. Nenek kan makan ubat ...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tau. Tak makan banyak ni, sikit ja..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi aku jeling biji durian (biji, aku bukan refer buah tu tau, panggil apa eh, ulas? belasah la...) dah dekat 10 kot yang dia dah makan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenek aku ada darah tinggi. Cam sedap jek dia belasah durian, tak sampai hati plak tak bagi dia makan. Kalau orang len tau aku bagi nenek aku makan durian banyak-banyak, mesti kena fire. ngaa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisah teladan Malden dan buah duri-duri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-158999688156627402?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/158999688156627402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/craving-for-king-of-fruit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/158999688156627402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/158999688156627402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/craving-for-king-of-fruit.html' title='Craving for the king of fruit.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3237142896654717514</id><published>2011-04-07T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T16:42:40.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am hoping for good news.</title><content type='html'>Fine. I just receive a call. Call for an interview. Somewhere in May. Itu pun kalau aku tak silap dengar tarikh masa cakap kat telefon tadi. Baru suruh interview, tapi atleast cukup buat aku rasa suka sekejap ada respon juga benda-benda aku apply. Atleast satu reply, sejuk sikit hati yang tengah tunggu-tunggu. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tau, baru call suruh interview, dah kecoh. ngahaha. No. I dont know who to tell actually, so saya bising la di blog jap. Bagi reda sket excitement (or watever feeling i have right now, relieve mungkin). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Tu ja saya nak cakap. Hopefully, hopefully....i'll get this one. Wish me luck people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whom wants to end her unemployment. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3237142896654717514?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3237142896654717514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-hoping-for-good-news.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3237142896654717514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3237142896654717514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-hoping-for-good-news.html' title='I am hoping for good news.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8369080816037809843</id><published>2011-04-04T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:57:40.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenek ku dan kata-kata hikmah beliau</title><content type='html'>I was having my breakfast, sambil berpikir jauh sorang-sorang. Pagi-pagi takda orang kat umah, suma orang pakat pergi kerja n sekolah dah.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sedang menjamah biskut dan milo panas buatan sendiri, aku sedar nenek aku baru bangun tido. Dia pun join duduk kat meja. Aku cucu yang jahat, tak buat pun air untuk nenek aku, dia pandai buat air sendiri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silence. Aku mengunyah-ngunyah malas. PAgi-pagi memang slow. Aku tenung nenek aku, nenek aku tenung aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nenek aku membuka mulut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mel, ko bila nak dapat kerja tetap?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah..sudah. Ni mesti nenek aku tak puas hati aku bagi dia RM50 je sebulan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Err..tidak tahu la nek. Nenek sabar je la k.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bangang. Memandai saja aku plak suh nenek aku sabar. Aku lah patut lagi penyabar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku tak tahu la pagi ni entah dari mana datangnya idea nenek aku tanya soalan bonus. Mesti dia mamai kot. Selalunya pagi-pagi macam ni dialog kami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yo, Grandma! Morning yaw!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Morning GD! (GD as Grand Daughther) " sambil high five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The truth is, she never asks for money, dia siap bagi lagi pocket money. But i insisted her to take what i gave her. I know it is not much i could give you, but it is an honest money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*aku rasa tak lama lagi mesti nenek aku akan kuarkan soalan i fear the most "Mel, agak-agak ko bila nak kawen?" ngaaaaa...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;malden :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8369080816037809843?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8369080816037809843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/nenek-ku-dan-kata-kata-hikmah-beliau.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8369080816037809843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8369080816037809843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/04/nenek-ku-dan-kata-kata-hikmah-beliau.html' title='Nenek ku dan kata-kata hikmah beliau'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8866121718092360611</id><published>2011-03-29T09:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:15:16.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aktiviti Terbang-terbang</title><content type='html'>Last few days, rasa gatal sangat mahu blog. Tapi tidak boleh. Tak kan aku nak curi pakai laptop Math yang sangat la hang itu. haha. Aku sekali sekala curi pakai pun masa beliau tido.&lt;div&gt;Penang trip was fine. A minute i was in Penang, now im already back home. Konklusi di Penang, hari-hari aku disana dipenuhi dengan pelan-pelan yang tidak dirancang. Mungkin yang well planned adalah those time i spent with fellow CUS. Yang lain, plan main belasah saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is all about YOU time when im there. Macam tidak sesuai saya mahu brag about myself. So im gonna brag here. After all, this is my blog, it is all about me kan..haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya mahu bercerita pasal flight aku on Thursday ke Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2hours trip memang bosan. Mungkin bagi kamu 2 jam itu sekejap. Tapi saya siyes bosan ah. Saya tidak tahu mahu buat apa. So, saya isi Mp3 adek saya dengan lagu-lagu saya. Caj bagi full, sebagai bekalan dalam flight untuk ilangkan bosan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dalam boarding hall, there's a guy sitting few seat far from other people, busy dengan laptop. Time orang dah suh masuk belon pun dia busy lagi dengan laptop. Pastu baru tergesa-gesa nak join queue up. Pastu dia kelam kabut tanya " Is this flight going to Penang?" Saya cuma menjawab simple "Yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya sudah duduk kat seat. Middle seat. Kanan sudah ada orang duduk. Kiri orang takda lagi. Sekali yang duduk sebelah kanan dekat tingkap tu is the guy who ask me about the flight earlier. Ok, fine. Aku mesti ada badi kot, sapa2 yang bercakap dengan aku sebelum masuk flight tu mesti end up seat dia betul-betul sebelah aku. proven sudah dalam beberapa siri kejadian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu, flight nak take off. Dia mula keluarkan camera canggih dia. Click.Click. Click, dia mula tangkap segala gamba. Gamba view luar, gamba lam flight. Aku buat-buat tidak peduli. Tak pasti la kalau dia snap gamba aku jugak. Sekali orang sebelah kanan pun join kuarkan camera. Aku bajet dia mesti pelancong dari Thai. Sebab saya dengar cara dorang cakap macam dari Thailand. Atleast camera dia camere digital ja, takda lens panjang2. Dah im stuck in a middle of people with cameras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAstu stop click-click camera. Senyap. Encik sebelah kanan pindah tempat, duduk dekat family dia kot. So skang sebelah kanan saya kosong.Tiba-tiba saya rasa mahu bercakap. Sedang pikir ayat mahu mulakan conversation. Like " Hey, is that your new camera?" or " What a nice camera!" or " Can you teach me how to snap a photo?" Arghh.bodoh punya dialog. Gagal pikirkan dialog best, terus saya batalkan niat. Lepas tu saya pun sumbat telinga dengar Mp3. Tapi takda la pasang kuat-kuat. Kot ada announcement kena buat emergency landing kang tak dengar pulak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you from Penang?" Eh. Dia pulak yang mulakan conversation. hahaha. Susah payah saya pikir dialog tadi. Saya remove earphone dan menjawab " No, im from here (kuching)."  Here? Masa tu dah terbang dalam 20 minit kot. Tidak pasti samada maseh berada di ruang udara kuching or entah sudah di laut china selatan . suka suki punya jawapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So..what are doing in Penang?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Owh.. im visiting a friend" ( a friend ko cakap? yang ko g jumpa kat penang tu berlambak ja orang..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Oic. Your first time to penang?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Uh..no no. I've been there. In fact i studied there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'' Oh..USM? "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" yup"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"graduated d?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yea.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Owh.. i see..i see.. I study in Unimas. Im in my final year now. Im from Penang"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macam drama tak??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conversation continues. Blah.Blah.Blah. Sedar tidak sedar, sudah mahu landing. Mp3 yang dijadikan bekalan dalam flight tadi tidak lagi diperlukan. The interesting part, budak tu balek umah sebab nak amek document. Bila tanya bila balek kuching, dia cakap Monday. Tanya time, 5.30pm. Eh TERsama pulak flight balek kuching.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku jumpa tak budak tu masa balek semalam? Ya, aku jumpa. Tapi kali ni tak duduk sebelah dah. haha. Semalam aku duduk sebelah seat kosong. Semalam aku lapar gila dalam flight, sampai aku sanggup rembat Nasi Ayam Air Asia RM10 yang sangat ciput dengan air mineral mini RM3. Semalam aku tertido dalam flight. Adakah itu satu kejayaan baru? Aku tak pernah-pernah dapat tido dalam flight wei! Mungkin sebab lepas makan nasi tu kot, or aku penat. Entah la, yang pasti aku terlena dan tersedar jap lepas kepala aku terhantuk kat tepi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Konklusi cerita : kan best ada orang teman sembang2 dalam flight. Lain la ko suka tido, tak kesah la ada orang teman sembang ke tak. Tapi, saya selalu pikir benda nak ilangkan bosan bila dalam flight. sebab aku selalu tak dapat tido pun. PAstu aku pekak sikit bila lam flight. Tapi semalam boleh plak tertido. dan aku lambat sampai sebab flight tu lembab terbang. Masa aku g Penang aku tiba 30 minit awal, balek kuching sampai 30 minit lewat. Sangatlah adil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinggalkan Penang rasa sedih-sedih. Saya tidak pasti kenapa. Tinggalkan rumah pun aku tiada la rasa sedih-sedih macam tu. Aku bermasalah kot. Tapi aku tak pasti apa masalah aku.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, i have safely return to kuching. Re-adjusting balik...Thanks everyone, yang sempat luangkan masa and jumpa, yang jadi drebar, yang tukang supply tempat tido dan sebagainya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy days for all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya, my Penang wishlist yang tidak tercapai :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. saya mahu merempit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. main futsal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. tomyam dan daging 3 rasa Nazri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. ikan bakar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. lepak2 tengok bola (tapi memang weekend lepas tiada game pun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;malden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8866121718092360611?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8866121718092360611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/aktiviti-terbang-terbang.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8866121718092360611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8866121718092360611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/aktiviti-terbang-terbang.html' title='Aktiviti Terbang-terbang'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-110972845709623034</id><published>2011-03-24T10:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T10:20:22.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Citizen Texting Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ATD - At The Doctors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BFF - Best Friend Fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW - Bring the Wheelchair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYOT - Bring Your Own Teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FWIW - Forgot Where I Was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GGPBL - Gotta Go Pacemaker Battery Low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GHA - Got Heartburn Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TTYL - Talk To You Louder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMHO - Is My Hearing-aid On?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LMDO - Laughing My Dentures Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROFLACGU - Rolling On Floor And Can't Get Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*as copied from friend's FB status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-110972845709623034?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/110972845709623034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/senior-citizen-texting-code.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/110972845709623034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/110972845709623034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/senior-citizen-texting-code.html' title='Senior Citizen Texting Code'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1616549184948677466</id><published>2011-03-20T11:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:12:30.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kursus kahwin yang membina otak.</title><content type='html'>Aku nak bercerita pasal hari jumaat aku. Ritu rasa nak sangat blogging. Tapi busy dan penat pulak.&lt;div&gt;Begini ceritanya, hari jumaat lepas saya attend kursus kahwin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ai, asal sebut kursus kawen, tersedak terus semua. Sayang sangat ke aku hilang status single? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi serius, saya g kursus kawen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kursus cara-cara kawen kan pokok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi Jumaat aku g daerah Serian, daerah yang sedikit besar dari daerah kelahiran aku. Distance dari Bau ke Serian dalam 2 jam. Dah lama aku tak g Serian. Ritu aku bagi wow ar dekat Serian sebab aku tabik that district is more lively than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas aku belajar kacuk-kacuk pokok, malam tu ada dinner. Kira bajet-bajet perjalanan sempat nak balek rumah touch up2 gi bagi nampak hot untuk pergi dinner. Sekali receive call dorang cakap volunteer kena g dinner lagi awal sebab kena jadi usherer. Masa phone conversation dengan line yang kurang jelas aku ingatkan dorang nak notify Usher adalah artis jemputan kat dinner tu. Rupa-rupanya dorang suh aku jadi usherer (amboi, berangan Usher datang erk?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sudah. Aku takut tak sempat je nak datang awal. Tapi takpe, jam Malaysia ni paham-paham jela.Tiada yang tepat pun. Saya pun rilek-rilek. Masa aku kat Serian, aku sempat jenguk booth-booth pameran kat Sejiwa Senada punya event. Event ni untuk semua department buat hari ala-ala bertemu pelanggan ar. Sempat aku rembat 2-3 biji pen free. ( tu ar reason aku masuk sebab nak amek barang free) My personal thoughts, event ni political act ar. Sebab PM, DPM and Taib Mahmud datang Serian, no wonder la grand semacam event. Al maklum la election sudah dekat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu aku balik cepat-cepat, balik umah mandi semua, apabila sudah rasa diri ini sudah cukup kacak, cepat-cepat siap g dinner plak. Tadi bukan main peluh-peluh kat field tengah panas pastu kena cepat-cepat jadi cantik dan jelita pulak. Mencabar sungguh. Seperti biasa, dah nama dinner, perut ini terasa sangat la kenyang. Dan seperti yang di imagine kan, aku tak menang sebiji pun hamper malam itu. Sesungguhnya rasa gagal ar bab-bab menang hamper free.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haish, lari dari tujuan sebenar blogging sudah. Berbalik kepada kisah kawen tadi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya tabik pakcik gardener yang ajar kitaorang kacuk-kacuk pokok. I've learnt all of that stuff back during im still studying. I even score good grade in that subject. Tapi in real live, serius gagal la. haha. Tengok pakcik tu senang ja buat, saya buat..... hampeh ar. Habis jahanam kot pokok-pokok tu. Saya rasa dua tiga hari ni mesti pokok-pokok tu mati. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what im trying to say here is, sometimes do you feels that you are wise enough? Awak nak berlagak ke awak ada degree? Tahi ar. Ada degree pointer chantek kacuk pokok pun gagal? hahaha. Sebab tu aku tabik pakcik itu, dia rilek jek. Dia ajar elok-elok, but i know he is wiser than i am. Very much a lot.  Sebab tu aku suka kuar, travel. You see stuffs and it is an eye opener. Honestly, kalau orang tanya aku tengah belajar ke kerja, aku suka jawab abes belajar form 5. Apsal? Sebab aku nak rasa muda ke cakap baru abes form 5?  Sebab aku tak suka bila aku cakap aku seorang graduate, orang mula ingat aku ni pandai tahap gaban. yup. aku malas bab itu. Sebab aku rasa aku tak cukup pandai lagi, banyak lagi benda simple aku tak tau. kan? Tidak kah kamu rasa begitu? Or cuma saya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku suka lagi jika aku begini.. I dont have higher qualifications, but i earn more money than my graduate friends. haha. so that i can laugh at your face. Tapi..tapi... stand on earth and tengok la sapa saya sebenarnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i am a gradutate, but i am not wise. There's still a lot of room in my head to be filled with knowledge and skills..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1616549184948677466?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1616549184948677466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/kursus-kahwin-yang-membina-otak.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1616549184948677466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1616549184948677466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/kursus-kahwin-yang-membina-otak.html' title='Kursus kahwin yang membina otak.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-7909868019666588474</id><published>2011-03-19T21:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T20:04:15.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a climb.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's the thing, after almost every weekends my friend and i spent our day in the city, this week we decided to spent in the jungle. We went up to Mount Singai. Mt. Singai is actually a pilgrimage centre, there's a little chapel on the mountain. It is actually a remark of the first Christians settlement in my area. I used to go up there back during school time when i join various youth camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little charity work that we all can do there are carrying up those sands, stones, wooden planks and bricks for construction purposes. Yala, lori mana leh naik gunung nak angkut suma benda tu. Lori takat unload kat kaki gunung je.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj3tHwF6toc/TYSwxVtIiCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WxIxZff51dQ/s1600/DSC01135-vert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj3tHwF6toc/TYSwxVtIiCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WxIxZff51dQ/s400/DSC01135-vert.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585783799532783650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are all the material for building purposes at the mount foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, untuk tujuan pembinaan rumah-rumah kat atas gunung tu, orang ramai yang baik hati lagi ringan tulang diminta jasa baik untuk tolong la angkat semua material tu naik atas. Sukarela ar, sapa yang rasa diri larat ar bleh angkat. Untuk menyenangkan kerja orang yang sukarela mahu angkat, material tu di pack sikit-sikit dalam plastik bag seperti berikut : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwVpJMNBbec/TYSwxeNmCAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FzoMjLHENuk/s1600/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwVpJMNBbec/TYSwxeNmCAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/FzoMjLHENuk/s400/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585783801816418306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camni ar. Ni pasir. Angkut ar sorang-sorang nek atas. Tapi tengok ni macam senang ar nak angkat, tapi berat siot. Dah la nak nek atas. Kita orang angkat bata jerk sorang satu, tu pun dah tercungap-cungap.haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ_iq6gCjhQ/TYS7okoBj1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/3XSLDImz6jY/s400/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585795743546969938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gamba ni nak bagi gambaran anak-anak tangga yang digunakan untuk nek atas. Ada ala-ala batu caves? Papan wei, licin. Tapi lagi tabik orang dulu-dulu yang bina segala tangga ni ar. Bukan senang. Ni dah ada tangga siap buat dah nak bagi senang orang panjat, siap boleh lagi komplen-komplen apsal tak buat je escalator naik atas kan lagi senang.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9lPO0jIpq4/TYSwxIHFJvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HQnqHhi4ZgI/s1600/DSC01133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z9lPO0jIpq4/TYSwxIHFJvI/AAAAAAAAAT4/HQnqHhi4ZgI/s400/DSC01133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585783795883517682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the bontots of the people who climb the mountain up with me. Ni baru nak start nak naik, semangat lagi.  Halfway, tengok ar semput sorang-sorang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my personal thoughts. i feel good that i did climb that mount up. First, i need to sweat. Mahu lari petang-petang selalu cancel sebab hujan. And siyes those climbing make my heart pound real hard, and sweating profusely. Rasa lega ar dah lama tak kuarkan peluh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, i feels good that i could contribute doing a charitable work. I know i could only bring up one brick, but that one brick will build a house. And also, it is one of the many things i wana do for this Lent, and im happy that i did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i was at the top, I saw those people attending pilgrimage, and students joining Camps. I was like them, some time ago, during my school time. Then i heard hymms and songs that i haven't listen to sejak kebelakangan ini. Yala, suka sangat download lagu latest artis zaman sekarang ja.haha. I know i miss praise and worship session. And im glad that im be reminded of that today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hh6uzDb0Z2Q/TYSxvteNMZI/AAAAAAAAAUg/z7JF_RGYCdA/s400/DSC00622.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585784871064514962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's us. congratulations peeps, you made it to the top. :&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-malden- :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-7909868019666588474?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/7909868019666588474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-climb.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7909868019666588474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7909868019666588474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-climb.html' title='What a climb.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yj3tHwF6toc/TYSwxVtIiCI/AAAAAAAAAUA/WxIxZff51dQ/s72-c/DSC01135-vert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-199962860283348163</id><published>2011-03-14T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:23:26.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulakan minggu baru anda dengan ceria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...Yea. no matter what happens ahead. sila ceria-ceria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cuti sekolah. Yay! tidak la aku mempunyai perasaan sehepi zaman high school dulu-dulu bila tibanya sem break. Tapi aku suka sebab aku boleh bangun lewat sikit sebab tak perlu hantar adek aku awal pagi g sekolah. hehe. so perlu diraikan juga boleh extend waktu tido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hari isnin, minggu baru. kena motivate diri rajin pergi keja. Apalagi, wear my best clothes. Another good thing, selalunya kena hantar auntie g hospital. Ok, ditekankan disini aunty aku bukan sakit aku kena hantar gi hospital. Tapi dia keja situ. Dia kan nurse. Disebabkan aku pakai kereta beliau, so aku kena hantar la beliau gi hospital. So, stori di sini, hari ini dia keja shift petang. So pagi ni aku boleh nyanyi kuat-kuat sambil bawa kereta. Kalau dia ada duduk sebelah, aku tak boleh pasang lagu kuat-kuat pastu kena drive sopan-sopan.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Masuklah kereta, start enjin, pasang lagu. yup, electrical system kereta ni sudah repair. radio sudah boleh pasang, ritu senyap ja sebab fius rosak. So nyanyi-nyanyi lah dengan bersemangat untuk berasa ceria. My workplace tempat aku volunteer sekarang tak jauh dari rumah, selalunya dari rumah aku start nyanyi-nyanyi, sampai tempat kerja lagu tak habis lagi. Lebih kurang 5 minit saja la ikut kelajuan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So pagi tadi, baru beberapa meter lepas keluar dari simpang rumah, tiba-tiba kereta jadi slow. aku pun berhenti bernyanyi-nyanyi. Tengok speedometer, 60kmph. Haish, apsal lembab semacam. Tekan pedal minyak, makin slow. Tengok cermin pandang belakang, mak aih, punyalah ramai kereta bersusun kat belakang. Kereta mula kentut-kentut dan batuk-batuk. Aku bagi signal kiri, terus kereta slow-slow mati tepi jalan. Cuma bontot kereta terjulur sket kat bahu jalan. Dah kereta mati, tak sempat nak masuk habis tepi jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sudah. AKu sudah cukup bergaya hari ini sekali kereta buat hal. Sudah la time aku sorang-sorang. Perluka aku panik? tidak perlu. cuba bertenang, try start enjin. Memang tak nak hidup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Adoh. Aku pun pikir sapa la nak kol. Malas nak buka bonet kereta cek-cek masalah sebab aku pakai pakaian terbaik so tak nak kotorkan diri (ceh..alasan, padahal sebenarnya aku tak tau apa pun masalah kereta tu time tu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku saspek satu ja masalah. Ni mesti kes minyak abes! Sebab kereta tu memang rosak meter minyak. Ko isi penuh pun meter stil tunjuk minyak paras critical. Aku pun call auntie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku : Aunty, kereta tak nak jalan ni. Mati tepi jalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aunty : Hoh?! Apsal ngan kereta ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku : Aunty ada isi minyak tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aunty : Seingat saya, last isi hari jumaat. RM20. Semalam kamu ada isi minyak tak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aku : Takda. Ingat aunty sudah isi. ( sebenarnya aku selalu assume aunty aku isikan minyak, sebab aku malas keluarkan duit beli minyak.haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aunty : Call pakcik kamu cepat suruh dia rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;......................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nasib bek pakcik aku turun keja lewat sket hari ini. Dia jumpa aku tepi jalan sebelum aku sempat call beliau lagi. haha. So my uncle come to the rescue. Dia pun saspek minyak abes. Pergi belikan segelen minyak dulu. Ugh, sudah la aku pakai baju terbaik aku (yea, aku stresskan aku pakai my best clothes yang aku tak nak spoilkan.haha). Tuang-tuang minyak, start-start enjin kereta. nasib baik hidup. memang minyak abes pun. Nasib baek setakat minyak habes, kalau rosak enjin ka apa tadi serius sengsara. Process menuangkan minyak tadi menyebabkan berlakunya sedikit oil spill dekat baju terbaik aku.huhu. sebab tu aku stresskan aku pakai baju terbaik hari ini sebab baju terbaik aku sudah terkena minyak petrol! Tangan dan badan aku berbau petrol serta aku juga sudah lewat 30 minit masuk kerja.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Lepas tu cepat-cepat aku pecut gi kerja, sempat lagi aku terserempak dengan 2 biji kereta rosak tepi jalan juga. Salah satu tu berasap-asap enjin. Dalam hati aku berkata "Takpa, kita geng hari ini. bad monday." Lagi kesian kot, lambat lagi nak setel dorang tu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Masuk opis, sudah lewat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"Morning Mel. Wow. Rambut pesen baru erk.." Tegur salah seorang mereka di situ.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Adeh. Aku lupa aku potong rambut last weekend. Rambut depan ku sudah dipotong pendek ala-ala Tun Jugah itu mungkin dijadikan gurauan. Aku tak pasti ayat tadi ayat memuji or ayat menyindir. Sebab otak aku tengah adjust dari kejadian kereta abes minyak so lambat sikit process orang tengah buat lawak or serius. Mereka puji-puji rambut aku yang sekarang ni dengan mengatakan ianya lagi sesuai dengan muka aku or entah-entah mereka mahu sedapkan hati aku sahaja.hahaha&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh ya. Dont worry about me. Im fine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Have a great week ahead. hehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:) -malden-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-199962860283348163?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/199962860283348163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulakan-minggu-baru-anda-dengan-ceria.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/199962860283348163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/199962860283348163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/mulakan-minggu-baru-anda-dengan-ceria.html' title='Mulakan minggu baru anda dengan ceria'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4172811794981433647</id><published>2011-03-13T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T20:50:11.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am number sixteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_4Jtx3pDw0/TXy9KP9VxaI/AAAAAAAAATw/ygcBA7vBPUg/s1600/DSC04565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_4Jtx3pDw0/TXy9KP9VxaI/AAAAAAAAATw/ygcBA7vBPUg/s400/DSC04565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583545621812725154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am number sixteen. I came from a planet called the GROGOrient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4172811794981433647?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4172811794981433647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-number-sixteen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4172811794981433647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4172811794981433647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-number-sixteen.html' title='I am number sixteen.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M_4Jtx3pDw0/TXy9KP9VxaI/AAAAAAAAATw/ygcBA7vBPUg/s72-c/DSC04565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8655595913750389690</id><published>2011-03-13T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:44:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's lend a hand.</title><content type='html'>Happy entering the first Sunday of Lent. So far my Lent goes pretty well, though along the way i did receive not-so-good-news, either personal matters, global issues or involving people who matters to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to talk about almsgiving. Jika kamu tidak tahu apa itu almsgiving, dalam kata lain almsgiving itu adalah memberi sedekah. Mungkin kamu biasa donate-donate ni. Tapi kadang-kadang kita ragu-ragu mahu menderma. Yala, kita takut sebab kes-kes penyalahgunaan dan sindiket-sindiket yang menipu. During lent, almsgiving is one of the many practices we are encouraged to do. In a way almsgiving is about sharing the God's blessing we have with others.&lt;br /&gt;But do it generously. Let us during this Lent be more generous than usual. Jangan stingy sangat nak mampus. Siap kira-kira lagi bajet bulan ini kalau donate RM100, kena cut expenses sini sana. Susah2 jangan ah.Sungguh tidak sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us also put our prayers to those who are in need, who suffers illnesses, who experience difficulties and facing worst moments. Not forgotten also those who have relatives and friends, and victims of the terrible disaster in Japan. May our prayers would place them at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do good, and feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Happy Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8655595913750389690?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8655595913750389690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-lent-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8655595913750389690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8655595913750389690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-lent-hand.html' title='Let&apos;s lend a hand.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6147318220803904105</id><published>2011-03-08T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:53:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your strong will to continue living beats everything</title><content type='html'>Sapa sudah tengok 127 hours? An interesting inspirational movie. Saya tengok sebab Dido nyanyi soundtrack. Secondly, sebab James Franco sangat macho di situ. haha. Cerita itu berkisar pasal manusia ni, kalau kamu ada keinginan nak meneruskan kehidupan, you can. With strong will, yes you can. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maka saya ingin bercerita sikit kesah kawan saya yang ada kesungguhan tinggi untuk meneruskan kehidupan. Sedia maklum, dengan semangat yang tinggi, kamu boleh buat apa-apa saja, ok semua..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semuanya bermula pada satu weekend. Sekali beliau tertinggal pulak document kat opis. Weekend wei, mana ada orang kerja, opis tutup. Sebab beliau kena amek document tu jugak, maka terpaksalah beliau ke opis juga hari sabtu. No one around, she's alone. Sekali have to answer nature's call. There's a door connects the pantry and the loo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selepas selesai urusan sulit beliau dalam bilik sempit, sedar2 pintu terkunci. Darn! Trapped inside the pantry room. Pintu terkunci dari luar la pulak. Kalau ada orang dalam opis, boleh juga tolong bukak kan dari luar. Tapi hari sabtu, mana da orang lain. Check handphone. Darn again. Left outside also. Habislah. Nak kena tunggu hari isnin baru ada orang pergi opis, bapak ah 2 hari trapped dalam pantry. Nak tak nak kena cari jalan nak keluar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so here's what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOtYfOH3vBc/TXYU1OEFXgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mprM6DxZlv8/s1600/DSC01038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOtYfOH3vBc/TXYU1OEFXgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mprM6DxZlv8/s400/DSC01038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581671692713156098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;She carved a hole at the door. Vandalisme betol budak ni. Tapi sungguh tak boleh blah ar lubang itu. Dah la muat2 ja tangan nak lepas.Aku selalu tengok lubang kat pintu bulat ja sebab orang korek tombol, ni pergi buat lubang segiempat kat sebelah.habis ar spoil pintu.haha. naseb baik material pintu itu cuma plywood. senang sket nak wat lubang. kalau pintu besi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4s15ezYk0c/TXYU1Tij69I/AAAAAAAAATY/4ZxZcsKCokA/s1600/DSC01039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4s15ezYk0c/TXYU1Tij69I/AAAAAAAAATY/4ZxZcsKCokA/s400/DSC01039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581671694183164882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siap tinggal notice lagi tuh.haha. kalau tak jelas notis tersebut berbunyi " I was trapped inside for 35 minutes". ngahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWpNng7Ouus/TXYU1nGNMeI/AAAAAAAAATg/-30QUd7RuIY/s1600/DSC01043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cWpNng7Ouus/TXYU1nGNMeI/AAAAAAAAATg/-30QUd7RuIY/s400/DSC01043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581671699432944098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these was the tools she used to make that hole on the door. Sila ignore kaki aku yang terjulur kat situ sebab nak snap bahan bukti. Siap dah patah-patah pisau dan garpu. Tabik she make used benda-benda yang ada dalam pantry. Nasib baik trap dalam pantri. Cuba imagine kalau trap dalam stor alat tulis? ada stapler, selotape dan gunting. Try pecah pintu guna benda-benda tu.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FTogXA7_zk/TXYU16XuJlI/AAAAAAAAATo/qGpTdaYPQrY/s1600/DSC01042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FTogXA7_zk/TXYU16XuJlI/AAAAAAAAATo/qGpTdaYPQrY/s400/DSC01042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581671704606680658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kalau takda gaya nak kuar ritu, ni saja la stok bekalan yang ada dalam pantry. Boleh idup g kalau trap.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P/s : babe, if you read this, sorry, so much i wanted to post it here, coz it is damn hillarious. :D haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6147318220803904105?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6147318220803904105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-strong-will-to-continue-living.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6147318220803904105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6147318220803904105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/your-strong-will-to-continue-living.html' title='Your strong will to continue living beats everything'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pOtYfOH3vBc/TXYU1OEFXgI/AAAAAAAAATQ/mprM6DxZlv8/s72-c/DSC01038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-265420192655025832</id><published>2011-03-08T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:56:14.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your boobies, girls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;The  normal boobs ( . )( . ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;the silicone boobs ( + )( + ),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;the perfect  boobs (o)(o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Some boobs are cold (^)(^),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;and some boobs belong to  grandmothers \./\./&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;And let’s not forget the very large boobs (o Y o),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt; and very small boobs (.)(.),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;and lastly the asymmetrical boobs (•)(.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt; say  ┌П┐(◉_◉)┌П┐ to breast cancer !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;as copied from my friend's status in fb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;p/s : small boobs, big boobs, i dont mind, keep them original. Love your boobies girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; And happy women day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;-malden-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-265420192655025832?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/265420192655025832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-your-boobies-girls.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/265420192655025832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/265420192655025832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-your-boobies-girls.html' title='Love your boobies, girls.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3981789513189660420</id><published>2011-03-07T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:25:52.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan Pandang Camera</title><content type='html'>iya. jeling camera pun jangan. Sapa tengok camera jadi batu.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya sudah kena tag oleh cik &lt;a href="http://lunarwolf11.blogspot.com/"&gt;lunarwolf&lt;/a&gt;. Ada contest2 pulak budak ni. ritu ada contest orang comel, sekali saya xleh masuk pulak dah. sebab orang hot tak boleh masuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rules contest, tekan &lt;a href="http://complicatedzone.blogspot.com/2011/02/contest-jangan-pandang-camera.html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;. Saya kurang rajin mahu kopi pes (sebab saya nak korang pergi klik)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. ini gamba dia khas untuk haida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIfhRxGdWZw/TXTiHneI_HI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cwp0OdqS86Y/s1600/DSC00778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIfhRxGdWZw/TXTiHneI_HI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cwp0OdqS86Y/s400/DSC00778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581334458701249650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah. Siyes tak tengok camera weh. Baik punya bontot kambing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang marah pulak cik lunarwolf. Tak pasal-pasal kena fire sebab tak paham bahasa. Pastu tak pasal-pasal plak saya di samakan dengan kambing nanti. Yang g letak gamba kambing sapa suh kan.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7fa3UTg3i8/TXTiID75YXI/AAAAAAAAATI/9VIaytKyBIU/s1600/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7fa3UTg3i8/TXTiID75YXI/AAAAAAAAATI/9VIaytKyBIU/s400/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581334466342248818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah gamba yang sungguh sopan untuk anda. Aku tak tengok camera tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak perlu nak eksplen gamba sebenarnya, tapi aku nak juga bercerita. Fokus kat gelung selotape kat kaki tu. Itu skills okay. Pakai-pakai kaki lagi. Tak tengok lagi pakai hidung dan lidah. haha&lt;br /&gt;Ni gamba aku menjadi AJK backdrop majlis kawen-kawen pak cik aku dulu. Kurun bila ntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. kena tag orang. Sape rajen buat benda nonsense? Ambek kamu, i tagged you. Encik &lt;a href="http://iekahanafi.blogspot.com/"&gt;eyka&lt;/a&gt;, encik &lt;a href="http://gulabatubawasinisatu.blogspot.com/"&gt;step&lt;/a&gt; dan encik &lt;a href="http://lameleftygirl2.blogspot.com/"&gt;amau&lt;/a&gt;. Sapa yang lain yang tak kena tag tapi rajin nak buat sila-sila lah k. Rules refer link. makseh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: cik lunarwolf, saya malas mahu join contest2, tapi buat je entry ni sebab kamu tag. baik kan saya? haha. tapi kalau menang contest tanpa bertanding best juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3981789513189660420?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3981789513189660420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/jangan-pandang-camera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3981789513189660420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3981789513189660420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/jangan-pandang-camera.html' title='Jangan Pandang Camera'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIfhRxGdWZw/TXTiHneI_HI/AAAAAAAAATA/Cwp0OdqS86Y/s72-c/DSC00778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-800617360882502585</id><published>2011-03-06T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:59:11.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent season 2011</title><content type='html'>Wow. with a blink of eye, the lent season is coming again. This Wednesday remark the beginning of lent. I wanted to be reminded, always, to keep my Christian value intake. Though i do often get "Mel, kamu sangat holy" statement from people around me, i do not agree that i am.  Kadang-kadang rasa kesian when people see me as a "religous" or "holy" person, which actually i am not. I also regret that that I may potrays characteristic that mislead them to think that im 'holy", but actually i am also correcting myself. If only you knew what i have done, what kind of mess i've been too.I've done wrong doings, I am also trying to be a better person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Lent if possible, i want to be reminded about people who are less fortunate, who live in poverty, those who are in pain and suffering, people who are in hunger, people who are homeless and others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My azam for the coming Lent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* include others in my prayers, especially those who are in need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* tahan nafsu buas untuk men tenet ( arghh..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* habiskan makanan. ye, bagi licin pinggan. jangan ada sisa makanan tertinggal , jangan melahap lebih-lebih. Ingat mereka yang lapar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* kurangkan tido yang sengaja dipanjang2kan. Sila bangun dan buat benda berfaedah. Nikmati hari-hari dengan penuh makna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* to do at least a little charity work. Pergi join choir ke, ajar sunday school ke, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* aku rasa mahu donate baju-baju aku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* kurangkan emosi yang tidak elok itu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* to attend masses yang ada during this Lent, pastu buat Station of the Cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* pastikan kurang lobang di dompet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* vegetarian setiap hari jumaat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan lain-lain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;punya banyak aku punya azam. Moga-moga mampu dilaksanakan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a meaningful Lent Season. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-malden-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-800617360882502585?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/800617360882502585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent-season-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/800617360882502585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/800617360882502585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent-season-2011.html' title='Lent season 2011'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2366703644953899995</id><published>2011-03-02T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:19:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat 30 Febuari 2011</title><content type='html'>Tajuk adalah untuk mengaburi minda kalian, selain, i wanna live a lie.  I dont want the time to move too fast. I still want it to be february. No, i want it to be January, when everything seems to be a long way to go. No, i want it to still be 2010. Ugh, who am i to keep living a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVi8WhEC1I/TW3ZJ4U2ZvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ka30X0m3exs/s1600/DSCF2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVi8WhEC1I/TW3ZJ4U2ZvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ka30X0m3exs/s400/DSCF2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354277143799538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My watch says today is 30th Feb 2011. Sometimes, i hate fine camera. Tak perlu kot detail tak berkenaan kat situ. Bulu-bulu tangan untuk tontonan. Sila hanya fokus kepada jam ok. Iya, time gamba diambil adalah 1:36:11 pm. Itu pun selepas beberapa kali snap nak dapat gamba terbaik. Credit to my sis camera phone. Yes, my sis use better phone than i do, k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stand on earth okay people. It is already the 3 rd month of the year. So, how your year had been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari kita skodeng 2 bulan pertama 2011 saya. To me, my days went well. Cant think of anything major to be complaint about. My volunteerism works getting more fun and interesting. It is good to see other side of my area and be grateful to what a much better life i had now. I've been back playing, though no much practice done. I know last year i was advised by the doctor not to play anymore. But i feel like my ankle is fine. And it all began that day when a friend text saying there a match coming up, and i without thinking any further replied a simple "OK". Then i recall that i shouldnt be kicking the ball, my head says no but my heart say " ko dah reply OK, pergi je lah main!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day came, i was standing on the field. Playing. In the rain. Heavy rain. And FYI, my team won 4-0. And i scored 2 goals. Suprising huh? I never thought i would score. But it happenned to be and it was good goals. And the feeling? The feeling of scoring goals beats everything. It was real fun! Sebab aku main dalam hujan lebat ritu, sejuk giler-giler, siap mengigil-gigil dah bila dihembus angin. Aku cramp plak dekat ujung-ujung game. Padan muka. Nak sangat main. haha&lt;br /&gt;Guess injuries do make people stronger kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends was pretty much occupied with planned or unplanned activities. Unplanned one always more fun though. With cool friends, time flew fast. And i happened to be in KL last CNY. If you ask me what was i thinking that i suddenly end up in KL? I dont know. I wasnt really thinking, i just go. haha.  Actually, i just want to be away, out of this town, see the city, and have my head straight to start focusing. Focusing on what? Many things..lets skip the part on what thing im focusing on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much that is how my early year went. Just nice. For the coming days? Ugh, i hope i would  be called to at least one interview after all that many job application i've sent. The waiting is tiring. And i hope i get a secure job real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u had good first 2 months too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-malden-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2366703644953899995?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2366703644953899995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/selamat-30-febuari-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2366703644953899995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2366703644953899995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/03/selamat-30-febuari-2011.html' title='Selamat 30 Febuari 2011'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NxVi8WhEC1I/TW3ZJ4U2ZvI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ka30X0m3exs/s72-c/DSCF2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3528573965667463102</id><published>2011-02-18T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T13:39:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owh na, na, what's my name?</title><content type='html'>This post is inspired by another " &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kamek suka eh nama kitak.."&lt;/span&gt; i received today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kacak eh nama kitak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Melody? So, you must can sing.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why Melody?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pelik na juak nama kitak.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nama orang dari Sarawak memang pelik-pelik ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's a beutiful name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Unik eh nama kitak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nama kitak Melody? Wah, kamek dah lama cari orang nama Melody, agak-agak bila kita boleh couple?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. The last one i made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. All the aboves are among people responses when they know my name. On purpose, whenever i introduce myself, i would say "My name is Mel." Unless in formal occasion where real names are required, i have to tell my full name, then i get various responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebab selalu dapat response sedemikian, saya malas nak mention nama penuh. Bukan aku tak suka nama aku, sangat suka. Just saya malas. haha.Tapi kawan-kawan saya sangat suka intro dengan bangga nya nama penuh saya. Saya tak kesah, layan aja.haha. Tapi satu ar, i know my name orang senang ingat. Sebab tu dulu-dulu kalau ada cikgu baru masuk kelas, bila orang macam tak responsive dalam kelas, mula la cikgu gatal nak tanya soalan konon-konon nak kaji student tumpu perhatian ke tak. Mula la cikgu jeling senarai nama. Time ni saja, mesti saya gugup. Secara jujurnya, 90% adalah tendency nama saya kena panggil. Lagi satu gugup pasal saya sah-sah tak tumpu perhatian pun dengan binatang apa cikgu tengah ajar, ternganga-nganga ar nak jawab. Sampai ada rasa-rasa nak terkencing sluar kot bila dah gugup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan sekolah wajib pakai name tag, terpaksa la saya rajin tayang nama di sebelah kiri bahagian dada hari-hari waktu sekolah. Habis sekolah, keluar ja gate sekolah, terus bukak. Sebab nanti naik bas balek rumah ada budak-budak dari sekolah lain sibuk nak tau nama. Tapi entah macam mana, mesti ketahuan juga nama ku yang chantek itu. Tak pasal-pasal asal balik sekolah ja, ada-ada ja hantu jerit dari celah mana ntah "Melody, Melody, xxx kirim salam!" *maaf. nama pengirim salam terpaksa dirahsiakan untuk melindungi identiti mereka. (mereka ok! lebih dari satu tu!..). Masa join apa-apa kem, saya paling lemah nak tayang nama. Senang cerita, aku tak suka name tag lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grew up, i have no problem introducing myself, telling my full name. No matter what la people response after that, saya ambek ja. haha. Tengok, sebab nama ja saya dah boleh crap banyak ni. Sepanjang tempoh stadi (or jangka hayat so far) saya, ada beberapa calling names orang bagi. Mari kita tinjau-tinjau evolusi nama saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; : Family sejak kecik panggil aku Mel. Kawan-kawan mostly panggil aku Mel. Mel ni singkatan dari Melody tu lah. Kalau nak sebut Melody, kena sebut 3 bunyi. So bazir masa dan air liur. Untuk menjimatkan masa panggilan nama sebab masa itu emas, panggil ja Mel, senang hidup selain ringkas dan padat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Panjang&lt;/span&gt; : Huh. Ini terjadi masa aku join National Service. Selepas tamat Form 5, saya selamat menjadi seorang Wirawati negara kompeni Bravo. Masa NS, si jurulatih ni ha mulakan. Dia panggil aku panjang, panjang. Aku rasa sebab ada kaitan kot dengan ketinggian aku. Tapi aku rasa ada je orang lagi tinggi. Dah la panjang. Bukan ketinggian tu panggil tinggi? Bukan panjang kan? Tinggi=height, panjang=length. Apa-apalah, tapi tak pasal-pasal satu kompeni aku panggil aku panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Melo&lt;/span&gt; : Secara tidak sengaja masa kat matric aku terjumpa seorang a.k.a kawan karib aku masa itu yang sama tahap bangang. Dia cakap ramai panggil aku Mel. So, nak senang dia nak buat satu nama kod. Dia demand nak panggil aku Melo gak. So takde orang lain panggil aku Melo melainkan beliau saja masa tu. So, bila aku aku dengar orang panggil aku Melo, aku tau ar babun mana yang tengah panggil tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Fasha&lt;/span&gt; : Ok. Jangan gelak. Kawan yang panggil aku Melo diatas introduce aku ngan kawan-kawan dia sekuliah. Dia budak Fizik, aku pulak kuliah Bio. Sebab beliau ar aku ramai kawan-kawan Fizik mostly dari kuliah dia. Masa-masa dia intro, ada sorang kawan dia ni cakap muka aku iras Fasha Sandha. (ok, anda dibenarkan gelak). Suprise? Sangat. Apakah benda ya aku iras si Fasha Sandha ni. Kalau ya pun ada iras sipi-sipi, saya sangat la tak hingin. Kalau nak cakap saya iras-iras Tyra Banks, dialu-alukan. Tapi disebabkan beliau, fenomena orang panggil aku Fasha masa matric bermula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Melod&lt;/span&gt; : Ini berlaku masa aku di USM. Semuanya bermula bila aku join CUS. CUS ni stands for Catholic Undergraduate Society. Disebabkan sebelum aku join CUS lagi sudah ada ramai manusia nama Mel, maka untuk mengelak further confusion, senior-senior aku panggil aku Melo. PAstu dorang cakap Melo tu tak sedap, last-last dorang decide nak panggil aku Melod lagi comel. (padahal aku rasa bunyi Melo sedikit lagi sedap dari bunyi Melod). Sebab tu la mangkuk macam Step dan kawan-kawan especially CUSians panggil aku Melod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Marcella&lt;/span&gt; : Ok. Not many people know about this, but this is actually my Baptism and Confirmation name. Sedap kan juga nama Marcella? Maybe I am blessed with beautiful names. haha. I rarely used this name, except for religous matters. Nanti time aku kawen ke, mati ke, kuar ar nama ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Malden&lt;/span&gt; : This is actually my second name. Aku jarang introduce diri like "Hi, I'm Malden". I prefer using my first name because i like it.haha. Tapi aku ingat ar the first person ever freely called me Malden all the time is my friend, Matthlessa. Tu pun sebab dia cakap ramai panggil aku Melody, so dia nak lain dari yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Didi&lt;/span&gt; :  selain bunyi-bunyi macam nama manja, coach bola aku selalu panggil aku Didi. Selain itu si Mark gemar panggil aku Didi juga. Seterusnya segelintir orang-orang kampungku panggil aku Didi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nama-nama cacian&lt;/span&gt; : Monyet, babun,mangkuk, bangau, si kurus, bungek, kek, bongok etc. besa ah dapat.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nama-nama manja&lt;/span&gt; : Baby, bebeh, B, Didi, Honey, Darling, Babe, Sayang, Cayang, Ayang, Cayunk, TAyunk, Sweetheart, Love, Heart, Sweetie, Pumpkin, Lolli, Pie, Bubble, Princess (ala-ala REza panggil Aira dalam Cinta dan Anugerah), Angel, Stars, Artis, Model, Rama-rama,Cinta dan Bunga.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Kedapatan aku sedang menokok tambah di sini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) xoxo&lt;br /&gt;-malden-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3528573965667463102?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3528573965667463102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/owh-na-na-whats-my-name.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3528573965667463102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3528573965667463102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/owh-na-na-whats-my-name.html' title='Owh na, na, what&apos;s my name?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8755424396313651331</id><published>2011-02-17T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:07:52.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahu rasa-rasa macam artis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7xuIs2uc3U/TVz_wM4ps4I/AAAAAAAAASw/UGhVpwCWyes/s1600/su_05.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entri ini diilhamkan setelah saya TERbelek section Puteri Metro di paper HArian Metro. Ok, fine. BUSTED! I also read this tabloid paper besides The Star and The Borneo Post. Aku tak pasti edition HM kat sini sama tak dengan kat Semenanjung M'sia, tapi yang pasti ada collumn Puteri MEtro hari-hari. Semestinya puteri tu gamba perempuan la, either dari Sabah or Sarawak. Pastu duk cerita pasal misi, cita-cita mereka. Ada cita-cita menggunung, semoga berjaya lah. Tapi kadang-kadang baca mesti ada part merepek yang sangat tak boleh blah ( yang aku g baca gak tu pahal..) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastu aku teringat satu benda, aku tak pasti la benda merepek yang dorang tulis tu betul ke tak macam empunya Puteri Metro itu punya cerita. Ke si interviewer a.k.a that collumn writer yang memandai merepek buat bahasa bunga-bunga. Berdasarkan pengalaman (ceh..), article kuar siyes tak macam masa interbiu. Sila rajin kan diri terus jeling ke bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7xuIs2uc3U/TVz_wM4ps4I/AAAAAAAAASw/UGhVpwCWyes/s1600/su_05.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7xuIs2uc3U/TVz_wM4ps4I/AAAAAAAAASw/UGhVpwCWyes/s400/su_05.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574611642335474562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku malas nak cakap banyak sebab aku saja nak update blog, tapi korang pikir ar sendiri. Rasa-rasa ayat riak dan bongkak  di atas ada tak macam bunyi ayat-ayat aku?&lt;br /&gt; Ok fine, busted again. Aku baca collumn Puteri Metro sebab aku teringat aku pun penah gitu dulu-dulu. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://www.kosmo.com.my/kosmo/arkib.asp?y=2008&amp;amp;dt=0802&amp;amp;pub=Kosmo&amp;amp;sec=Sukan&amp;amp;pg=su_05.htm"&gt;KOSMO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8755424396313651331?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8755424396313651331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/mahu-rasa-rasa-macam-artis.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8755424396313651331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8755424396313651331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/mahu-rasa-rasa-macam-artis.html' title='Mahu rasa-rasa macam artis?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q7xuIs2uc3U/TVz_wM4ps4I/AAAAAAAAASw/UGhVpwCWyes/s72-c/su_05.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1905223548691895564</id><published>2011-02-10T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:19:51.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Wedding Day Imaginasiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TVPHQ_meUZI/AAAAAAAAASo/eStefd9qRA8/s1600/blair%2Bn%2Bchuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempena bulan romen-romen ini, saya menyahut cabaran cik eyka untuk menjawab challenge Amau Day 7- your dream wedding. Lagi ngam kalau saya post entri romen-romen 4 hari lagi, tapi maklum lah saya pun mahu kuar romen-romen time tu, maka tiada masa. eh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baeklah, stret to the point. I am very afraid to do this entry. Haha. AKu tidak suka jika imaginasi aku tidak menjadi kenyataan. Tapi, secara jujurnya, berapa banyak kah imaginasi yang sudah menjadi kenyataan? Tiada. So, biarlah saya terus berimaginasi secara drastic, sebab imaginasi ku lagi indah-indah dari kehidupan sebenar. Biarlah saya idup dalam imaginasi indah kejap k? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course my dream wedding would involve blessing ceremony at the church. That always the first thing that cross my mind.  Standard la kan wedding gown putih. Tapi tak mau skirt kembang-kembang. Itu stail dulu-dulu la, skirt kembang-kembang, kalau budak kecik sembunyi bawah tu mesti hilang tak jumpa. Lagi satu imagine mahu jalan-jalan mesti bapak susah kalau pakai gown kembang-kembang skirt. Haa..mari pergi part bridegroom. I want the bridegroom to dress in white. The tux is white, dengan necktie hitam. Nak lagi comel pakai bow tie hitam la. Wow, mesti sangat bergaya.haha. Lepas tu the church is decorated with MANY flowers. Most preferably bunga kaler putih. Lepas tu di church entrance ada pintu gerbang, dihiasi dengan bunga-bunga putih. Apsal aku suka sangat kaler putih ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Sebab putih nampak sangat SUCI and PURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, i want many people attending my wedding. Most important is, may my family members are there, and i would really appreaciate it if my close friends would be there too. Lepas itu, my bridesmaid. Orang yang tukang escort saya. Huh, kalau boleh tak mau yang hot, cantik giler2 jadi bridemasid, tapi masalah kawan saya suma hot-hot dan bergaya. Sebab tu sekarang pun dah binggung pikir sapa saya nak suruh jadi pengapit saya. (ceh..binggung konon, macam la nak kawen esok..haha). Kenapa kah demikian? Sebab kalau pengapit saya hot, nanti dia outshine saya on my own wedding day. Tak boleh ar! I want to be the prettiest,sexiest and hottest of all on my wedding day.hahaha. Satu lagi, my beloved babes and girlfriends, if you guys wear dresses of same colours, i mean forming uniformity in your attire choices, would be very nice. Wah, imagine ini sekarang pun sudah buat saya terharu if my dearest friends would do that for me.haha. Tidak kesah la kamu orang nak set macam mana, sama ada kamu nak beli baju, set satu theme kaler, suma pakat pakai sama-sama time my wedding day. Or, kamu suma beli satu gulung kain, pastu custom made your dresses design lain-lain tapi dari pattern kain yang sama.ngeahaha. best wo! Next, kenderaan nak pakai apa. Hurm, if my bro could wed riding mercedes benz( macam mana leh dapat mercedes itu, that was their own story), i would like to ride a chariot. Kereta kuda berhias dengan bunga-bunga kaler putih dengan kuda putih. Specifically dua ekor kuda putih. ngeahaha. Tapi lepas tu pikir, gila ah panas dan lambat nek keta kuda balik umah. haha. Takpe, amek gamba saja sudah cukup cool wei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, my wedding reception. Ok, selalu nya evening ar time reception. Theme kaler purple and putih. ( putih lagi..) Evening gown kaler lite purple. Bridegroom pape la,asal ada element purple matching dengan saya punya dress. Ok. Typical wedding reception would be orang congratulate the couple, makan-makan, minum-minum, orang bagi hadiah kat the newly wed..bla bla bla. If it is mine, i would like to be given the opportunity to give a little speech. I mean, i want to  thank my guests, family members and friends who give helps and support throughout the ceremony. hehe. Secondly, selalunya wedding orang invite band to entertain the guest. My wedding, saya nak saya yang entertain my guest. Saya mahu nyanyi and perform on stage. Let my wedding day be my little concert. If my so-called husband seorang musican lagi suit la, dia main muzik, saya nyanyi. Kalau dia ada rock band lagi la best, band dia main, we sing. wow.wow.wow. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, malam-malam jadi husband n wife. Balik umah baru. Masuk-masuk pintu rumah, ada petal-petal bunga tabur-tabur dari pintu besar menuju ke bedroom. Ada lampu-lampu lilin samar-samar. Ada muzik-muzik lembut mahu increase-increase mood romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh. eh. eh. Overshoot pulak bercerita, part sini biar lah imaginasi itu remain with me k. Amboi, bukan lagi semangat baca part sini erk. Cis.haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~(Name), do you take (name) for your lawful husband/wife, to have and    to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for    poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?~ &lt;/i&gt;Catholic Wedding Vows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How beautiful is the statement above? I respected marriage institution, and to me it should be preserved to the utmost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wah Mel? Did you just wrote all the above?. I also couldn't believe it myself.  Crapping terer, kantoi i set-set already how i want my wedding to be like kan? ahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, my dearest friends, if you happen to marry first, i mean you marry earlier than i do, dont steal my imaginary wedding! I'll hate you! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TVPHQ_meUZI/AAAAAAAAASo/eStefd9qRA8/s1600/blair%2Bn%2Bchuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TVPHQ_meUZI/AAAAAAAAASo/eStefd9qRA8/s400/blair%2Bn%2Bchuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572016258752074130" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three words. Eight letters. Say it...and I'm yours&lt;/span&gt;."- Blair Waldorf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;selamat bulan Febuary&lt;br /&gt;-malden-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Gamba hasil Googlelan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1905223548691895564?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1905223548691895564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/kisah-wedding-day-imaginasiku.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1905223548691895564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1905223548691895564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/kisah-wedding-day-imaginasiku.html' title='Kisah Wedding Day Imaginasiku'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TVPHQ_meUZI/AAAAAAAAASo/eStefd9qRA8/s72-c/blair%2Bn%2Bchuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-34075191804540068</id><published>2011-02-07T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:00:57.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misi mencari paket merah di ibu kota</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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Apa motip berhijrah ke barat? Perubahan musim. Timur tengah sejuk-sejuk, kuantiti air yang disimbah di bumi kenyalang agak melebihi keperluan masa ini. Lari kejap ke Malaya, mahu set sikit fokus minda. This little town of gold had narrowed my focus. So perlu keluar kejap tengok dunia orang, and appreciate how much better life i have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiba nya burung besi gergasi yang menerbangkan saya melakukan pendaratan di kawasan lapang bertar yang luas, pendaratan yang dilakukan agak tidak kemas, mungkin mata burung gergasi itu termasuk air, maka tidak dapat melihat dengan jelas. Beberapa kali kecut perut masa mahu landing. Selesai turun dari burung gergasi, terus menuju kotak panjang roda empat ajaib yang akan membawa saya non stop ke sentral ibu kota, dimana gundik-gundik saya setia menanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba di sentral ibu kota, berjaya menemui gundik-gundik saya. Sudah agak lama tidak ke temu mereka. Seterusnya terus ke medan selera salah seorang gundik label 5 bintang. Then ke kamar gundik a.k.a The Cave. Sapa rasa dirinya seorang vampire, maka kamar gundik ku ini sangat sesuai untuk anda beralaskan tilam Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipantaskan cerita, i have no valid reason to come over to KL. I just wanna meet my friends and actually want to go out of my town. I do sometimes miss the craziness of the city and the easy access. I'm sorry though, to those who feel left out that im not informing that im coming over. I have no intention of not informing, i just do not want the whole world knowing my where about. Tapi one by one knew my whereabout, kantoi pulak.haha. Kepada mereka-mereka yang berada di utara, yes, i do miss the island. I'll come visit someday when the time is suitable and my purse is in a good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, enough having fun. Refocusing and lets get back on track. By the way, i left for KL with few hundreds in my purse, and returned with few hundreds intake (of course the amount is less), and no help from ATM..err, pretty much a good getaway. Terima kasih kepada watak-watak yang terlibat di KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would like to add a little football, mulut ku masin minggu ni. Baik saya berdiam dulu, buka mulut balik bila sudah kurang masin. Anyhow, of course im happy for reds. Without Suarez or Carroll yang di kecoh-kecohkan you can beat the blues. 2 kali wei, di Anfield and Stamford Bridge this season. Walaupun game semalam sangat lah slow dan agak bosan., En. Torres, currently famously known as Livepool's Judas Iscariot..err..better luck for you with the blues next time. Kamu malu-malu semalam main against your former team. And happy competing for  the forward spot with other blue stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;xoxo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;malden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-34075191804540068?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/34075191804540068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/misi-mencari-paket-merah-di-ibu-kota.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/34075191804540068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/34075191804540068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/misi-mencari-paket-merah-di-ibu-kota.html' title='Misi mencari paket merah di ibu kota'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-7272352392298011733</id><published>2011-02-01T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T12:24:00.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little football talk.</title><content type='html'>Right, all the fuss about Nando Torres requesting to leave is finally over. He's a Blues now.&lt;br /&gt;En Torres kesayangan sudah meninggalkan Liverpool untuk bersama-sama dengan pasukan berjersi biru, Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum itu, Kenny Dalglish a.k.a manager backup selepas Roy Hodgson kena pecat mahu repair-repair pasukan liverpool yang no doubt sangat hampeh season ini. So, he wanted to bring in Luis Suarez to fix the attacking side to partner with the one and only striker yang menjadi iaitu En. Torres. Though i personally do not like Suarez attitude ( err..just say i do not like arrogant footballer), if we recall recent world cup, Luis Suarez tahan bola pakai tangan untuk melayakkan Uruguay. Bagi saya itu sangat keji, walaupun dia dapat red card. Tapi bagi saya, sebagai footballer yang professional, you should play professionally too. Main betul-betul, jangan berlakon-lakon. Berlakon pergi set, cari director, buat filem, jangan main di padang bola. So, dipantaskan intro si Luis ni, dia kini sudah masuk liverpool, mengikut cerita yang di Twit2 kan lah. Maka ngam lah sudah attacking side liverpool, Ada torres, ada Suarez. Cantek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak. Sekali En Torres mohon mahu keluar la pulak. Untuk membuat langkah berjaga-jaga, Liverpool kena cari backup untuk Torres pulak dah. Agak tahi juga torres, time orang dah dapat partner dia, dia pula request mahu blah. So, the next person on the list mahu di rembat. They go for Newcastle's Andy Caroll. Boleh la beliau, Ada juga tukang heading bola corner liverpool nanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of fans angry knowing Torres wana leave. Saya pun upset, but i really dont. Biar la, as long as the remaining reds keep up their good works. Torres come in Liverpool in hope he could get some thropies, but they didnt in his term. Biar dia penat-penat score, and yes the Reds is too depending on him. So, he wanted to go to a team that he thinks could provide him some medals and thropies. So just let him go. Transfers is part of football. Haish, tapi boleh kat beliau compete tempat dengan Drogba nanti? Biar lah nak jadi apa, i dont care because u no more Reds. Anyhow, wishing you luck with the Blues, hope you are no benchwarmer because you are indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, Liverpool still trying to fix their left back. Cacat sikit fullback sudah, since Caragher pun sudah tua. They wanted to get Charlie Adam of Blackpool. Saya tengok pun dia hebat. Tapi Blackpool is new rising team in EPL, so they need Adam. Transfer window pun closing, tak sempat kot mahu negotiate sudah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the remaining REDs, you better play good saki baki game kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu saja, bye2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-7272352392298011733?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/7272352392298011733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-football-talk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7272352392298011733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7272352392298011733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/02/little-football-talk.html' title='A little football talk.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-780389034122874605</id><published>2011-01-27T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:24:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 benda yang menjengkelkan pasal manusia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Orang yang rasa diri best dan rasa bagus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia sebegini rasa diri perfect. Suka suki dia ja komen-komen orang macam dia bagus sangat. Tau lah dia cantik ka hensem ka, but you have no right kutuk-kutuk orang lain muka macam bontot bas, mahu pun macam kuda laut. Tak suka pun, diam-diam sudah. Kalau rasa nak kutuk pun, kutuk kejap. Dont keep bragging about it on and on and on. Saya rasa menyampah and that makes me imagine you pulak macam bontot bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Manusia yang tidak tahu orang sudah invent deodorant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoi. Tak tahan weh saya. Perlu kah saya bawa tangki bantuan pernapasan bersama? Bau 5 kilometer jauh pun saya sudah sesak napas. Aroma makin dekat last-last rasa mahu pengsan selama 3 bulan. Setiap kali saya encounter orang sebegini, terhidu sket, terus saya tahan napas. Apakan daya saya cuma mampu menahan napas selama beberapa saat. Terpaksa menahan bau-bau yang sungguh tidak menyenangkan itu. Imagine kamu dalam bilik aircond dengan orang sebegini, mak aih, dia dah blah pun saki baki bau tu masih berlegar-legar dalam bilik. Malam-malam tido, bau itu masih lagi bermain di kepala. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Manusia yang bercakap di telefon kuat-kuat di public places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya, tidak boleh kah cakap slow-slow? First, awak menyebabkan pencemaran bunyi cakap kuat-kuat. Dikuti gelak ketawa yang mengilai-ngilai sensorang lagi bila ada part lucu, bertambah-tambah la menyampah. Dia cakap 2-3 minit, takpa, fine, bagi chance sket. Dia cakap non-stop 3 jam? Shit lagi. Satu lagi, eloklah diselit di sini adalah mereka yang suka dengar lagu kuat-kuat, pasang loudspeaker di HP dalam bas. Kalau kamu pasang lagu saya suka dengar takpa la, boleh saya join layan. Ini lagu techno ka, dangdut tak bertempat la..haish..Tau tak ada binatang nama "Earphone or headphone?"..Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Manusia yang suka mengeluarkan angin dari badan depan-depan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada banyak cara, nak guna jalan depan or belakang. Ok, sila ketepikan fikiran negatif masing-masing. Kamu sendawa or kentut la. Saya paham sendawa dan kentut itu penting, we need to pass gas out of our system. Fine, understood di situ. Yang pas senyap-senyap lam kuliah bau kalah loji penapisan najis, fine, tak dapat nak detect sapa tuan punya bau. Dalam perhimpunan sekolah, Prooott ramai-ramai challenge bunyi sapa lagi kuat time pagi-pagi, fine, bunyi jak kuat takpa takda bau. Tapi lam bas, dia pusing baik punya tunjuk bontot pastu, Prooott baik punya diikuti bau yang kureng, then dia boleh buat muka selamba tak bersalah padahal bunyi sah-sah kuar dari belakang dia, haish, memang rasa mau smackdown ramai-ramai di situ juga. Satu lagi lepas makan, kalau dia TER sendawa, fine, dimaafkan. Tapi kalau dia nganga baik punya depan muka, bunyi Burpp pun baik punya diikuti bau-bau makanan yang bercampur aduk, pun rasa mahu smackdown di situ juga puas-puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Manusia yang bulu-bulu yang terkeluar dari hidung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf. tidak sanggup rasanya diri ini terus mengutuk orang,tapi misi terpaksa diteruskan. Adoi, Yang ni ultimate mesti buat saya hilang konsentrasi. Bila bercakap dengan orang begini, mesti saya tak dapat nak pandang muka. Cakap kejap, tengok muka, pastu cepat-cepat alih pandangan. Saya tak boleh ar nak tengok! Tak pun saya cakap sambil tengok tempat lain.huhu.&lt;br /&gt;Seriusly..err..sila pastikan kebersihan diri anda, k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok. This post is in response to Step punya hak istimewa.&lt;br /&gt;Caka juak, susah ku pikir tauk sik. Aku pikir dua jak sebenarnya tadik, yang lain ya datang entah dari siney. Saya tak mahu menjadi sexist, tats why aku generalised kan jak, i hope this post is not gender oriented too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sapa berani request next post? hahaha&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/8347041519872249475-780389034122874605?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/780389034122874605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-benda-yang-menjengkelkan-pasal.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/780389034122874605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/780389034122874605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-benda-yang-menjengkelkan-pasal.html' title='5 benda yang menjengkelkan pasal manusia.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6586176827978246098</id><published>2011-01-26T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:53:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Melts Me?</title><content type='html'>Golongan manakah yang mampu mencairkan saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Footballer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Male Dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jika kamu bermain bola, tidak kesah lah kamu bermain posisi mana. Baik penyerang, defender, atau pun midfielder. Goalkeeper pun tak apa. Tapi satu ja yang akan mencuri pandangan saya, kamu skillful. Jika kamu seorang forward, atau lebih syok lagi dipanggil striker, jika kamu pandai buat finishing yang cantik-cantik dan banyak menjaringkan gol, nescaya saya mungkin TERjatuh hati. Jika kamu main posisi tengah, kamu pandai cross bola cantik-cantik, seorang playmaker dan pandai create goal chances, nescaya sekali lagi saya akan TERJatuh hati. Jika kamu seorang defender, kamu block goal attempts dari pihak lawan, mengagalkan dan mematahkan serangan,rembatan dan segala cubaan gol dari team lawan, pasti saya kagum dan TERjatuh hati lagi. Jika kamu seorang goalkeeper, kamu save banyak goal, mesti sangat terer, sudah tentu saya TERjatuh hati lagi. Pendek kata, saya TERjatuh hati setiap kali sama orang yang terer main bola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau ada ayat mahu flirt sama goalkeeper sangat best. Contoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish i am a ball, so that you can hold me tight and close to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau mahu flirt-flirt sama player bola yang lain yang bukan goalkeeper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I wish i am a ball, so that you can kick me around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ok. Terpaksa ditegaskan di sini penari yang dimaksudkan adalah mereka-mereka yang menari dengan gagah dan macho. Chewah. Bukan yang lembut-lembut lemah gemalai bak Paul si sotong. I fall for dance movies macam Step Up. I know i could do silly dances like i did most during CUS gathering. I wish i could dance much better.haha. So, mereka yang menari attracts me, especially those who can do incredible dance moves. If they could choreograph dances yang interesting, awesome movement, till it could make my heart stop beating for few seconds..sangat hebat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is a footballer and a dancer? Diikuti rupa yang kacak,baik hati,berbudi pekerti,sopan santun, duit secukup rasa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamu, rileks-rileks saja k, duduk diam-diam, dan jangan risau.&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri bagi no telefon k..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s : this post is in response to hak istimewa given to Amau.&lt;br /&gt;Amau, anda puas hati? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6586176827978246098?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6586176827978246098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-melts-me.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6586176827978246098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6586176827978246098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-melts-me.html' title='Who Melts Me?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2008142693984823398</id><published>2011-01-26T09:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T16:14:29.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another SMS I least favor to receive</title><content type='html'>*beep beep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 text message receive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This month of January is very special.There are 5 Mondays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays in only one month. This only happens every  823 years. It is called the "money bags". Forward this message to 8 good persons and, as per Feng Shui principles, money will flow. Those who stop the chain will get nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..nonsense. Not that i do not appreciate niat baik si sender yang ingin spread this good thing to me, selain consider saya sebagai salah seorang dari 8 good persons he/she has (ok..so this prove im a good person kan?)..but seriously, i dont feel like i want to spread it foward. The above is an example of chain SMS, there's a lot more similar SMS out there. Especially yang suruh hantar kat beberapa orang, suruh doa-doa certain prayers, jika buat dapat benda bagus, jika tidak benda tak baik akan menimpa kamu atau orang terdekat. Maybe some may sound scary, tapi, saya tak percaya.If it involve some kind of prayers, i'll take it as a reminder to pray for others. Mungkin kamu lalai kot selama ni, mesej macam tu buat insap kejap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan untuk pengetahuan anda, rasanya chain SMS ni selalu stop bila saya yang receive.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf jika saya spoilkan rantai SMS itu, dan mungkin sebab saya yang broke the chain, sebab tu tak ada lagi benda baik berlaku kat kamu dan saya. So, lepas ni jangan hantar kat saya, sebab saya tak baik pun sebenarnya. Benda ni kena hantar kat orang yang baik saja baru jadi..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa saya malas gila-gila mahu send SMS macam ni? Satu, bazir credit saja..Dua, saya tak percayalah dengan hantar-hantar SMS macam ni boleh jadi kaya ka, good fortune ka, dapat husband hensem ka. Nonsense ok. Kadang-kadang saya curious pikir sapa la yang stat sms mengarut tersebut. Apakah faedah beliau dapat. Saya teringin juga nak start chain sms, nak tengok sampai mana sms tu circulate. Mungkin tu kot kepuasan orang dapat. Saya nak hantar chain SMS berbunyi macam ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dewa &lt;a href="http://gulabatubawasinisatu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Step&lt;/a&gt; merupakan Dewa Duit yang langsung tidak senarai dalam mana-mana tamadun dunia. Ini disebabkan cuma orang terpilih sahaja yang mengetahui Dewa Step. Tahniah, kerana anda berjaya dipilih dari jutaan orang di dunia. Hantarkan SMS ini kepada 2.5 org, dalam masa suku saat maka sesuatu yang baik akan terjadi kepada anda. Kalau semasa anda duduk exam, tiba-tiba tak tau nak jawab apa, sebut nama dewa step lima kali, nescaya anda akan tahu jawapannya. Kalau ada masalah rumah tangga pun, sebut nama dewa step boleh menyelesaikan masalah anda. tunggu apa lagi, sila edarkan sms kepada orang tersayang.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2008142693984823398?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2008142693984823398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-sms-i-least-favor-to-receive.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2008142693984823398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2008142693984823398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-sms-i-least-favor-to-receive.html' title='Another SMS I least favor to receive'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2440531871591102773</id><published>2011-01-24T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T19:41:13.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejoice, for i have return!</title><content type='html'>Ok. Fine. Tajuk macam TERover. Saya mungkin mendiamkan diri lagi. Berapa lama saya hilang? Seminggu kot. Tu pun tak tahan nak blog sebenarnya. Hari first cakap tak nak online, siap malam tu dah mimpi-mimpi tak online dah (gila weh, siap mimpi-mimpi, macam drug addict gian dadah dah). Facebook boleh gi nak diam, kurang best dah, melainkan saya nak main mapia. Kalau nak delete pun lepas ni, rasa nya boleh ja nak let go. Blog macam susah sikit, sebab hari-hari ada saja benda bodoh saya terpikir nak tulis. Tapi untuk seminggu yang dah berlalu segala idea ntah mana saya letak. Tak mau blog punya pasal, tapi sekarang obvious saya tewas sudah kan dengan munculnya entri ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama sekali, i wanna write, because my blog is where i place my stupidity, expressing my nonsense thoughts. Second of all,i know you miss my blog. I have several readers who occasionally read my post. They rarely leaves their comments here, but they commented on my writing face-to-face. Itu lagi scary okay, depan-depan they kutuk kaw-kaw punya, betul-betul hao liao.. If not pun through the phone. And most of all, they quoted what i write on my face. gila punya tahap embarassment, tapi saya peduli apa, its fun to laugh about.haha. One of them asked me why i stop posting. I told them that i feels like my info leaks through what i write and post online, not only through this blog but could also be from those social network I log into. I would like to quote back roughly what my friend told my me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are you scared of? After all, which part of your blog is actually true? Most of them , er, or all, are your imaginary nonsense writing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah rite. Lepas ni, lantak apa la saya nak merepek. Stalk pun stalk lah, bosan dah. &lt;br /&gt;haha. To the person who own the above statement, thank you. I think because of that i feels driven to return to blogging. (tapi ko tauk nak sebab aku nang mok tabur benda nonsense ajak2 nak? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So i was tagged by amau. Basically this is a 30 days challenge. sorry amau, I dont feels like to do all la..Aku mok pilih-pilih soalan ya, sebab some sudah bermain-main di minda. So berikut adalah soalan-soalan nya seperti yang di copy dari &lt;a href="http://lameleftygirl2.blogspot.com/2011/01/self-discovery-through-30-day-blogging.html"&gt;Amau.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1 : your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;day 2 : your favorite movie&lt;br /&gt;day 3 : your idea for perfect first date&lt;br /&gt;day 4 : your favorite photograph of your best friend&lt;br /&gt;day 5 : a picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;day 6:  a photo of an animal you'd love to keep as a pet&lt;br /&gt;day 7 : your dream wedding&lt;br /&gt;day 8 : a song that match your mood&lt;br /&gt;day 9 : a photo of the item you last purhased&lt;br /&gt;day 10 : a photo of your favorite place to eat&lt;br /&gt;day 11 : what's in your make up bag?&lt;br /&gt;day 12 : your current relationship, if single discuss how single life is&lt;br /&gt;day 13 : a picture of your favorite band or artist&lt;br /&gt;day 14 : a tv show that you're currently addicted to&lt;br /&gt;day 15 : something that you don't leave the house without&lt;br /&gt;day 16 : a picture of someone who inspires you&lt;br /&gt;day 17 : how you hope your future will be&lt;br /&gt;day 18 : 5 things that irritate ME about opposite/ same sex&lt;br /&gt;day 19 : a picture of something you want to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;day 20 : the meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;day 21 : a photo of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;day 22 : a letter to someone who hurt you recently&lt;br /&gt;day 23 : 15 facts about you&lt;br /&gt;day 24 : a photo of something that means a lot to you&lt;br /&gt;day 25 : who are you ?&lt;br /&gt;day 26 : a photo of somewhere you want to go&lt;br /&gt;day 27 : what kind of person attracts you?&lt;br /&gt;day 28 : in this past month, what have you learn?&lt;br /&gt;day 29 : something that you could never get tired of doing&lt;br /&gt;day 30 : a photograph of yourself today + three good things that happened in the past 30 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Amau, since you tagged me, ko ada sedikit hak istimewa ku berik. Dalam banyak-banyak soalan di atas, ko pilih sigek untuk aku WAJIB jawab aok. Kelak ku crap kan.haha. Yang lain-lain, you read this, you are automatically tagged. But you want to do it or not, up to you. Kamu punya blog, suka hati kamu la kan nak buat ka tak. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough crapping. bye2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-malden-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2440531871591102773?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2440531871591102773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/rejoice-for-i-have-return.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2440531871591102773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2440531871591102773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/rejoice-for-i-have-return.html' title='Rejoice, for i have return!'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-7111523025513925132</id><published>2011-01-14T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:18:13.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahu meninggalkan alam maya.</title><content type='html'>Stalking is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya rasa mahu berehat, saya cuba tidak mahu mengupdatekan diri, me'log in' kan diri dalam mana-mana laman sosial. Truthly, that is where my info leaks. Let me be away from the crazyness of the net, put me away from my fear. Maybe it is time, to meet real people, and make real friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im off, from now on. I dont know when i'll be back. Maybe sooner. But the longer im away, the better. Miss me, or miss me not while im gone, I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends, you know where to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Malden-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-7111523025513925132?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/7111523025513925132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/mahu-meninggalkan-alam-maya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7111523025513925132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/7111523025513925132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/mahu-meninggalkan-alam-maya.html' title='Mahu meninggalkan alam maya.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-5602426837922382825</id><published>2011-01-13T10:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T11:20:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya tak mau post di FB sebab.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrlpDqUI/AAAAAAAAASc/1to3nz8tQQM/s1600/Capture1.PNG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saya tidak ingat dah la bila FB muka bermuka baru. Tak silap, during end of last year. Dah saya mula tengok status orang ramai di facebook cakap ada profile baru. Saya dah la malas nak tukar-tukar wajah. Tak kecoh pun. Tak lama lepas tu, kecoh lagi sebab ramai tak suka layout baru tersebut. Saya bukan nak kecoh pasal layout baru ka, facebook nak tutup ka, harga petrol dan bawang merah naik ka, saya peduli apa. Tapi stil nak bercakap pasal facebook la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya, bila buka facebook, dulu-dulu rajin nak cek status updates orang ramai. Tu ja kot saya rasa nak tengok. Tapi sejak hujung tahun lepas, button "Status updates" yang selalu ada di bahagian sebelah kiri sudah tak ada. Tak tau lari mana button tu. Saya korek-korek tak jumpa juga. Biar lah..tak penting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrClBxwI/AAAAAAAAASM/uhMTkABEFZk/s1600/Capture2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrClBxwI/AAAAAAAAASM/uhMTkABEFZk/s400/Capture2.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561495479461725954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dulu kat situ la kedudukan "status updates". Tengok sekarang sudah tiada di sana. Jadi "recently updated" saja yang ada. Bila tekan recently updated, keluar pula pasal mereka-mereka yang baru sahaja tukar profile picture. Ala, saya tak layan profile picture baru..Sejak saya tak jumpa butang itu, saya selalu layan update kawan-kawan yang muncul di homepage sahaja. Mostly yang muncul di sini, mereka-mereka yang selalu updates status, tapi tidak semua muncul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru tadi saya jumpa di mana kedudukan butang yang saya minat selama ini di FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrR0OX2I/AAAAAAAAASU/BBisNf0lvWU/s1600/Capture%2B3.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrR0OX2I/AAAAAAAAASU/BBisNf0lvWU/s400/Capture%2B3.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561495483551997794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rupa nya beliau sudah lari sebelah kanan page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, fine. Gelak la puas-puas saya baru jumpa. Saya tak mau post di FB sebab ingin mengelak penghinaan dari rakan-rakan, sahabat handai, kaum kerabat, sanak saudara, kurang matang yang akan mengejek dan jadikan saya stok untuk diketawakan. (hahaha.. join gelakkan diri sendiri senyap-senyap) Seperti mana sebelum ini saya baru tahu macam mana nak buat simbol &lt; 3 (eh, tidak jadi pula simbol tu di sini). Weh, mana saya tau buat simbol-simbol gitu. Bagi saya, simbol itu sangat sacred. Mana saya nak sepah simbol tu tabur merata-rata tempat. Saya cuma bagi kat orang yang deserve it most. Chewah..haha. Sapa penah dapat dari saya tu beruntunglah.&lt;br /&gt; Ada satu lagi perkara sejak ujung tahu lepas. Bila saya dah semangat taip panjang lebar, bila tekan butang "share", keluar pula.... &lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrlpDqUI/AAAAAAAAASc/1to3nz8tQQM/s400/Capture1.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561495488873867586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bila tekan 'OK'. Dia pergi pulak blank page. Tahi. Refresh, segala benda yang ditaip panjang lebar tadi pulak hilang. Argh..hilang mood mahu share. Batalkan niat terus. Tak pasti ni masalah dari laptop saya(adik) or facebook sendiri. Agak bengong di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-5602426837922382825?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/5602426837922382825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/saya-tak-mau-post-di-fb-sebab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5602426837922382825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5602426837922382825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/saya-tak-mau-post-di-fb-sebab.html' title='Saya tak mau post di FB sebab.....'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TS5mrClBxwI/AAAAAAAAASM/uhMTkABEFZk/s72-c/Capture2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3436725862699313962</id><published>2011-01-12T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:59:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati-hati semasa musim sejuk, anda mungkin jadi mangsa makhluk bernafsu buas.</title><content type='html'>Musim sejuk buat saya jadi lembab. (err..bukan memang ke). Segala gala benda jadi malas. Malas nak bangun, malas nak bukak mata, malas nak mandi.. Makan ja rajin, sebab time musim-musim sejuk begini, laju betol rasa lapar. Walaupun baru ja lepas makan. Mungkin banyak lemak-lemak dibakar dengan cepat untuk menghasilkan haba dan kesannya berasa lapar dengan cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tersebut la kisah saya yang sedang bermalas-malasan, bergolek-golek di atas katil di waktu tengah hari yang mendung-mendung saja. Membuat posisi udang sambil bergulung dalam selimut macam sushi. Suasana memang sangat condusive untuk hibernate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila sudah tidor, tidak tahu lah bagaimana rupa semasa sedang menidurkan diri. Segala selimut dan bantal boleh teralih posisi dengan dahsyat. Tiba-tiba terasa ada sesuatu sedang bergerak-gerak di celah kangkang. Mata berat sungguh untuk dibuka, tapi apa kan daya, terasa ada benda bergerak-gerak di tempat tak sepatutnya itu agak menjengkelkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah membuka mata, alangkah terkejutnya saya mendapati terdapat makhluk berbulu berada bersama-sama saya di atas katil. Baru teringat tadi tidur tidak tutup pintu. Kan sudah mengundang kedatangan makhluk berbulu itu. Padan muka tidak mengambil langkah pencegahan awal walaupun sudah sedia maklum. Oh, tidak. Janganlah makhluk itu mengganggu kesucian saya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi.pusak! Keluar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerit saya menegur pusak sambil menghalau pusak keluar dari bilik kerana menggangu tidur siang yang enak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pengetahuan umum : Tiada basahan mahupun keghairahan berlaku semasa terdapat tindakbalas dengan makhluk berbulu itu sepanjang mahkluk tersebut berada di kawasan yang tidak sepatutnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3436725862699313962?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3436725862699313962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/hati-hati-semasa-musim-sejuk-anda.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3436725862699313962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3436725862699313962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/hati-hati-semasa-musim-sejuk-anda.html' title='Hati-hati semasa musim sejuk, anda mungkin jadi mangsa makhluk bernafsu buas.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-6595755960859701584</id><published>2011-01-11T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:02:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berita Banjir</title><content type='html'>Bau - Hujan lebat sejak malam semalam menyebabkan paras air naik membanjiri kawasan-kawasan rendah di sekitar daerah ini. Dijangka hujan akan berterusan dan berdasarkan rekod, kemungkinan besar paras air akan naik lagi. Sang mentari langsung tidak muncul, mungkin beliau hibernate. Ramai pekerja tidak dapat meneruskan perjalanan ke pejabat dan terpaksa berpatah balik kerana jalan sudah ditenggelami air. Traffic jam pun teruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara itu, sekolah pun sudah ditutup. Salah seorang pelajar yang ditemui, Ursula (bukan nama sebenar) mengatakan pengetua membuat keputusan membenarkan semua pelajar pulang ke rumah sebab paras air sudah naik. "Sia-sia saja saya bangun awal, pergi sekolah belajar 2 period ja terus habis. Padang sekolah sudah macam lautan,kejap lagi mesti masuk sudah dalam kelas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang lagi mangsa banjir, Mel Malden, ditemui berkata beliau tidak kesah banjir, cuma kesian kepada rumah-rumah mereka yang terjejas. "Hujan lebat, tengok astro pun tak dapat. Dapat tengok titik satu tu je. Itu lah yang saya kesal musim banjir ni."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijangka banjir mungkin bertambah teruk berikutan hujan tanpa henti. Bersiap sedia memindah barang-barang anda, pastikan spender anda cukup musim hujan ini dan jangan main air banjir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-6595755960859701584?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/6595755960859701584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/berita-banjir.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6595755960859701584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/6595755960859701584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/berita-banjir.html' title='Berita Banjir'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1740123448831690750</id><published>2011-01-08T09:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:17:00.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagi SMS sialan</title><content type='html'>+60175052894&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Member, Ina asyik main rakam sendiri untuk kawan.&lt;br /&gt;Bosan? Nak berkawan rapat sila tulis&lt;br /&gt;ON DJ dan sms ke 33001&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; dapat rakaman Ina. Hebohkan!&lt;br /&gt;kawanfun : 0174032541&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilakak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*maaf. aku selalu geram bila dapat mesej macam ni. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1740123448831690750?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1740123448831690750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagi-sms-sialan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1740123448831690750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1740123448831690750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/lagi-sms-sialan.html' title='Lagi SMS sialan'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1590168454433830964</id><published>2011-01-07T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:38:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kosong</title><content type='html'>....Merenung benda bulat di dinding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benda bulat buat aku teringat dekat benda sfera yang selalu bermain di kaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudah lama tidak hayun kaki, rasa gian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin mahu berlari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlari laju laju sampai tiba di tempat baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahu jumpa mangkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali tenung benda bulat di dinding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua jarum, pendek dan panjang sedang diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi jarum, yang paling panjang sedang bergerak laju.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woi, kamu! Boleh tak berhenti kejap! Masa berlalu cepat sangat!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1590168454433830964?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1590168454433830964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/kosong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1590168454433830964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1590168454433830964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/kosong.html' title='Kosong'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3225840433995751324</id><published>2011-01-04T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:59:42.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eksperimen bosan</title><content type='html'>Tajuk : Semua rumah serve kek lapis masa krismas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objektif : Mengkaji sama ada setiap rumah akan hidang kek lapis ataupun tidak masa Krismas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipotesis : Semakin banyak rumah di ngabang, semakin ramai kek lapis dalam perut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferens : Kebanyakan rumah pasti akan hidang kek lapis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosedur :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Berdiri di hadapan pintu rumah kawan-kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sekiranya kawan tidak-tidak lagi muncul, jerit kuat-kuat sampai dorang keluar. Jika tahu nombor, call. Jika kawan letak telefon dalam bilik dan tak jawab-jawab, call rumah dia cakap sudah depan pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Setelah dijemput masuk, pastikan salam dan ucap "Merry Krismas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Salam semua yang ada di kawasan sekeliling, mak bapak, adik beradek mereka, sanak saudara, kucing, ayam, ikan dalam aquarium pun boley. Tapi tidak perlu berlari keluar dan salam dengan jiran sebelah rumah. Itu sudah di luar batasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Duduk dengan sopannya bila dipersilakan duduk. Jaga kelakuan ketika ini, sebab first impression itu penting. Mana tahu tuan rumah ada abang mahupun adik lelaki yang hensem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Melahap dengan rakusnya segala makanan yang ada setelah diberi signal oleh tuan rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Sila fokus kepada tajuk eksperimen anda. Tangkap gamba-gamba yang berkenaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keputusan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWxq8ReZI/AAAAAAAAARE/sk7_95ingaE/s1600/DSC00677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWxq8ReZI/AAAAAAAAARE/sk7_95ingaE/s400/DSC00677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558311407701817746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWxztlJWI/AAAAAAAAARM/0rm_YZt3TkI/s1600/DSC00678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWxztlJWI/AAAAAAAAARM/0rm_YZt3TkI/s400/DSC00678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558311410056111458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWyB-rkfI/AAAAAAAAARU/tN8pUukVWuE/s1600/DSC00682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWyB-rkfI/AAAAAAAAARU/tN8pUukVWuE/s400/DSC00682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558311413885932018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWyAqJB9I/AAAAAAAAARc/pVORctox51Y/s1600/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWyAqJB9I/AAAAAAAAARc/pVORctox51Y/s400/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558311413531346898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWybz_BjI/AAAAAAAAARk/6-PEpPl57NI/s1600/DSC00675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWybz_BjI/AAAAAAAAARk/6-PEpPl57NI/s400/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558311420820391474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perbincangan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kek yang sedap mempengaruhi konsentrasi terhadap eksperimen. Terdapat rumah-rumah yang lupa nak tangkap gambar sebab busy melahap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tidak semua rumah serve kek lapis. Segelintir rasa moden dengan kuih sumpit.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak tahu kuih sumpit? Google. Saya pun tidak pasti itu nama yang betul atau tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kek pelbagai lapisan yang banyak mungkin menyebabkan loya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Terdapat kebarangkalian kek-kek di setiap rumah dibeli dari kedai yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tabik mereka-mereka yang ada masa nak buat kek lapis, sebab saya tahu buat kek lapis sangat lama. Sungguh rajin kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulan:&lt;br /&gt;Hipotesis diterima. Isi perut berkadar langsung dengan rumah yang di ngabang. Tidak semua rumah serve kek lapis masa krismas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rujukan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Rumah-rumah yang berjaya di ngabang. Maaf, mana-mana rumah yang tidak terdaya sudah mahu di serbu, serta mereka-mereka yang gagal mengunjungi rumah saya sebab saya pun tengah ngegeh-ngegeh berada di rumah orang lain. Tidak lupa juga mereka yang sesat mencari rumah rakan-rakan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3225840433995751324?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3225840433995751324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/eksperimen-bosan.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3225840433995751324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3225840433995751324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2011/01/eksperimen-bosan.html' title='Eksperimen bosan'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/TSMWxq8ReZI/AAAAAAAAARE/sk7_95ingaE/s72-c/DSC00677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4809258225483750355</id><published>2010-12-31T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:42:16.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untuk Kamu, dan segala-galanya di 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walau kumasih mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;kuharus meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;kuharus melupakanmu&lt;br /&gt;meski hatiku menyayangimu&lt;br /&gt;nurani membutuhkanmu&lt;br /&gt;kuharus merelakanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waving to 2010  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4809258225483750355?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4809258225483750355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/untuk-kamu-dan-segala-galanya-di-2010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4809258225483750355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4809258225483750355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/untuk-kamu-dan-segala-galanya-di-2010.html' title='Untuk Kamu, dan segala-galanya di 2010'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-3052060429105309099</id><published>2010-12-30T15:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:48:06.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summarizing my 2010, ups and downs.</title><content type='html'>2010 down moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;FYP. It is streesful some part of it. Cultures got contaminated. Data incomplete. Thesis writing with many corrections to do. Print and re-print drafts. Spent a lot of many on thesis printing and hard cover binding. slide presentation and VIVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Futsal training. Futsal is not stressful, it never does. But the preparation, to meet Unit sukan officials to do updates, setel-setel urusan sukan, meetings, kadang kala make it tiring. Nak inform players suruh turun training lagi satu hal, kadang-kadang 2-3ekor ja yang turun, macam-macam alasan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PPC concert preparation. A lot of preparation were done already, towards the end it had to be cancelled due to H1N1 epidemic. It was so tiring and a lot of difficulties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was cheated on. I was betrayed by the person i trusted most right under my very own nose. Im totally fragile at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Convocation. To return to Penang for my convocation was a bit difficult, because its going to need a lot of money. And financially,im broke. My family members was unable to attend my convocation, to save budget. Im okay with it, tapi actually, i do want some of them to see me on stage, but they cant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I injured my ankle. And the doctor advice was to stop playing. Its heart-braeking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel lonely, i feel uncertain about my future, about what going to happen to me and what am i going to do. My head is not straight, my heart just not my heart anymore. And when that happen i turned cruel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when all the above clash among each other, berganda-ganda perasaan tak best. Everything just feel not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I remember each moments above clearly. i dont remember how i manage to went through it all. I just live with it. I do remember i turn to the Lord in times like this. Which helps to calm me, tapi saya yang perlu setelkan everything to make me feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 achievements and good moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I manage to graduate on time. My result was satisfying, just like i wanted it to be. I was dean listed. And most important of all, im happy during my convocation. My friends were there, they gave gifts. Especially fellow CUSians, im touched actually to see my juniors waiting for me outside the hall. They were there, eventough attendance saya di CUS gathering masa tu declining. And of course, my close friends , yang i lepak-lepak with most of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I manage to bring my futsal team to the final. Evethoungh, i have to admit in the begining, to form the team was very difficult. Nak kumpul-kumpul orang, nak start training, nak cari keserasian lagi. I myself was emotionally unstable. Tapi, to be able to be in the final was great. Kalau dapat julang trofi futsal masum time tu mesti sangat hebat, tapi apakan daya tewas sama Uitm. But yeah, im proud, for the team and myself. I know all the hardworks i been through for futsal and with that result, was worth it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I scored my very first field goal. Oh yeah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending this few months just with family make me realize a lot of thing. Good things that i miss out before while i was away from home. It is good to be around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sonded like i have a pretty good life. I wish to write more, i'll add if i remember anything. Like Helen said, life is like coffee, its bitter and sweet. Right, too sweet you end up diabetic. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;haha. So, saya normal lah. Hoping for more interesting 2011. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye 2010, hello hello 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-3052060429105309099?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/3052060429105309099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/summarizing-my-2010-ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3052060429105309099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/3052060429105309099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/summarizing-my-2010-ups-and-downs.html' title='Summarizing my 2010, ups and downs.'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-2720740650396242367</id><published>2010-12-29T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:56:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Menghabiskan saki baki 2010 dengan berguna</title><content type='html'>"Sudahkah anda mendaftar sebagai pemilih? Daftarlah sekarang sebagai pengundi di Pejabat Pos Malaysia yang berdekatan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataku terjeling paparan poster di sebelah kiri dinding pos opis tatkala aku sedang menunggu giliran untuk membayar bil. Bil-bil masih ku pegang kemas. Wang-wang yang diamanahkan kepada aku untuk membayar bil, ku pegang erat. Mataku masih meliar ke arah poster itu tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Ayat poster itu membuat aku berfikir sejenak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahkah aku mendaftar sebagai pengundi. Belum. Perlukah aku mendaftar? Antara persoalan-persoalan yang bermain di kepala ku. Pakcik di kaunter sudah berlalu pergi, bermakna sudah tiba giliran ku. Lantas ku bangun menuju ke kaunter, lalu menyerahkan semua bil kepada abang di sebalik kaunter itu beserta wang-wangnya. Sambil abang itu setelkan bil-bil tersebut, aku masih lagi memandang ke arah poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba aku membuka mulut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Encik, kalau daftar mengundi lama tak?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak lama pun. Kejap ja"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owh..kalau camtu nak daftar lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sapa? Awak? Sebelum ni tak pernah daftar lagi ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tak...hee.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang itu minta IC. Aku pun menyerahkan IC yang wajah ku masih masa sekolah menengah. Tidak banyak perubahan pun muka aku yang sekolah menengah dengan sekarang. Abang itu mengisi butir-butir ku ke dalam PC beliau. Lepas tu kena cap jari. Terpaksalah aku kotorkan ibu jariku yang comel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai urusan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku kini sudah boleh mengundi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-2720740650396242367?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/2720740650396242367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/menghabiskan-saki-baki-2010-dengan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2720740650396242367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/2720740650396242367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/menghabiskan-saki-baki-2010-dengan.html' title='Menghabiskan saki baki 2010 dengan berguna'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-5898905486023354643</id><published>2010-12-28T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:43:15.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Almost Daily Jokes</title><content type='html'>+60137135516&lt;br /&gt;Pinjaman wang 1-2%&lt;br /&gt;(followed by Chinese characters i dont understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+0194104552&lt;br /&gt;RM0 Video 3gp tersebar dr koleksi laptop student2 U&lt;br /&gt;(rakaman sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;Sila taip ON PM htr ke 32211&lt;br /&gt;pasti best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+60134756680&lt;br /&gt;Jikalau Anda Boleh Tahan Nikmat Koleksi Video&lt;br /&gt;Peribadiku Yang Hebat!&lt;br /&gt;Sila Balas Ya&lt;br /&gt;Warning! 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Masa terhad shj. Nikmatilah video kejadian&lt;br /&gt;perhubungan pasangan yang aneh &amp;amp; hebat kawan saya&lt;br /&gt;semalam.&lt;br /&gt;Taip ON MA&lt;br /&gt;Hantar msg ke 32688&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tau la hp saya selalu sunyi dah. Tapi tak mau la mesej-mesej gini. Cis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-5898905486023354643?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/5898905486023354643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-almost-daily-jokes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5898905486023354643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/5898905486023354643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-almost-daily-jokes.html' title='My Almost Daily Jokes'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-706365843320076941</id><published>2010-12-27T22:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:47:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Call</title><content type='html'>Semalam birthday saya. Saya dah ingat dah. Terima kasih kepada mereka-mereka yang wish, dan bagi hadiah. Thanks also to the person who sing to me a the very last minute, kinda make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ini isu free call. Semalam maxis mesej saya cakap saya ada free call to semua no maxis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have no idea who to call. So saya biar free call membazir begitu sahaja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan best kalau saya birthday, kawan-kawan saya yang dapat free call. Boleh lah mereka nak call saya pastu wish hepi birthday. Ni saya pulak yang mengada nak call. Cuba imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi! Saya sengaja call awak ni. Hari ini hari jadi saya, sebab tu la saya call. Cepatlah wish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gedik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-706365843320076941?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/706365843320076941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/free-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/706365843320076941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/706365843320076941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/free-call.html' title='Free Call'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-8566336553439167521</id><published>2010-12-26T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T23:24:27.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas sudah habes?</title><content type='html'>Amaran : Entri ni mungkin panjang dan tak tersusun. Keep reading at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macam mana saya nak cerita krismas saya? Begin with attending christmas eve mass malam itu, mood krismas semakin meningkat. Awal tu, komplen2 dalam hati  sakit-sakit pinggang angkat barang. Nasib baik demam semakin pulih. Suara merdu pun sudah kembali sedikit, boleh sudah nak nyanyi lagu krismas.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning, bukak-bukak hadiah bawah pokok krismas. Hahaha. Paling hepi kazen mazen kecik ar, tapi bila tengok mereka happy, saya pun happy juga. Cukup. Lepas tu, rumah mulai sibuk dan menjadi crowded dipenuhi kazen semazen. Saya pula sudah plan-plan nak kuar visiting rumah kawan-kawan. Some of my relatives tak sempat nak jumpa, sebab dorang datang rumah time saya keluar. Biasa la tu, jadual tak serasi. Begitu juga bila nak ngabang rumah kawan-kawan. Bila saya nak pergi rumah dorang, dorang takda di rumah. Bila dorang nak datang rumah saya, saya juga tengah keluar.Pandai-pandai la set. Rumah pertama semalam, rumah Step. Tu pun lepas pusing-pusing cari rumah beliau. Lepas tu kontrak beberapa rumah. Malam balik rumah, rasa kurang sihat. Lepas orang last visiting, tutup rumah terus saya golek-golek.Pengsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tadi, bangun-bangun tengok hp ada text dari cik eyka. Wish hepi birthday. Sebenarnya, saya lupa birthday saya sebab im so focus on Christmas.haha. Satu lagi, saya lupa hari ni hari ahad. Kena pergi sembahyang. Baru plan nak golek-golek lama lagi, tapi terpaksa motivasikan diri untuk bangun awal pagi. Selepas saya sedar birthday saya, saya pun bangun, terus gatal nak cek fb. Ramai juga mengewish di situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disebabkan semalam makan banyak sangat jenis makanan, dan mungkin pengaruh demam juga, hari ini sakit perut. Asyik pergi toilet. Tadi family saya keluar visiting, tinggal saya saja di rumah sebab kawan nak datang. Selepas kawan blah, kucing saya teman. Sedang berbaring-baring depan TV, ada pulak orang datang jual barang. Ish..dah la saya malas nak layan. Dia datang jual pewangi yang gantung-gantung tu dengan buku kanak-kanak. Haish, dia siap cerita cakap dia jual barang sebab mak bapak dia tak kerja dah, dia jual barang sebab nak bayar yuran. Saya half-half nak percaya ka tak cerita dia. Time-time krismas ni saya nak buat baik, tapi dengan dia saya rasa malas. Tiada motip juga nak beli barang yang dia jual tu, so saya tolak la cakap tak berminat. Lepas tu saya cerita dengan kawan, mereka pun cakap ada gak golongan itu datang jual barang. apa-apala, saya tak berminat nak beli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, nak cerita pasal hadiah krismas.Saya dapat tabung berupa epal kena gigit warna oren (sila imagine sendiri rupa bentuk tabung itu). Macam perli ja suruh menabung. Itu semalam. Tadi dapat hadiah harijadi, adik saya bagi replika naga. Awalnya saya tak paham motip bagi naga, nak cakap haiwan peliharaan feveret saya, bukan pula. Rupa-rupanya adik saya cakap saya lahir tahun naga, so dia bagi naga. Terima jela. PAstu aunty bagi patung pakai topi segi empat. Mungkin aunty konpius harijadi dengan hari bergraduasi. Sungguhpun begitu, saya layan juga. Terima kasih atas hadiah anda.hee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi sambung serang rumah kawan-kawan. Lepas tu kawan serang saya balik. Sekarang sudah penat. Perut masih lagi tidak selesa. Tadi sempat layan bola, malaysia menang 3-0. Gol cantik. Saya tabik skuad negara. Ingat nak sambung layan game liverpool, tapi game postpone sebab salji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, saya tukar-tukar handphone dengan adik, sebab telefon saya tengah bangang. So banyak orang text merry christmas, saya tak tau sapa sebab nombor banyak save kat hp bangang tu. Saya just reply merry christmas to you too. Tapi dapat satu text yang ada initial, atleast no saya tak tau, tapi saya tau sapa yang bagi. Cik lunarwolf yang bagi.haha. My first impression is, sanggup betul beliau cari no tepon saya semata-mata nak wish merry christmas. Tabik dan respek. haha. (betulkah anda begitu atau perasaan saya sahaja? haha..apa-apa pun, terima kasih ye..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah..saya sudah merapu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that pretty much explain my days. More happy days please before the year end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-8566336553439167521?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/8566336553439167521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-sudah-habes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8566336553439167521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/8566336553439167521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-sudah-habes.html' title='Christmas sudah habes?'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1901559190202321496</id><published>2010-12-25T07:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:28:26.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Morning people. Its Christmas morning, the day is bright. And I feel good. Thank God you cannot see me smiling, or else it may annoy you. Yesterday was kinda a hectic day, as expected, with all the preparations. By the way, my back is getting better. Good. Still sick but much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Bau town was chaotic. Little Bau town had a traffic jam. Dengan jumlah manusia yang banyak dan masing-masing sibuk with their last minit shopping, pekan Bau yang selalunya lenggang jadi sangat kusut. Saya cakap kusut sebab banyak sangat orang dan saya jadi rimas. Dan pada masa ini juga , tendency nak terserempak dengan rakan sekolah lama, saudara-saudara bau-bau bacang, ex, pujaan hati, dan cikgu-cikgu sangatlah tinggi. So, result dia, saya terserempak dengan ramai orang. Seperti biasa dialog bermula dengan saling bertegur sapa, manakala saya membalas teguran, kebiasaannya, saya disconnect kejap sebab tak kenal pun siapa yang menegur saya. haha. samaada saya lupa saya jumpa orang tu kat mana, or, muka orang tu dah berubah. Kenalan rapat mesti lah diteruskan dengan perbualan bodoh. Tapi ada satu komen konsistent dari orang-orang yang saya jumpa. Dan itu lah menyebabkan saya ada idea dan menggatal nak blogging. Dorang mesti cakap "Mel tetap maintain ja...". Huh. Sebenarnya, saya tak paham, apa benda yang maintain. Cuma saya malas nak tanya balik. Adakah markah subject saya? Berat badan? Jumlah duit dalam poket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Chritmas Eve mass at my parish church. Sudah dijangka jumlah orang pasti sangat ramai, maka saya yang takut susah cari parking, awal-awal lagi drive keluar dari rumah. Dapat spot favourite dan saya awal 30 minit. Takpa, bagus tu datang awal-awal. Today, I plan to visit my friends house. Tapi dengar-dengar my kazen mazen nak datang rumah jugak. Haish. Susah betol nak split time. Tengok la apa jadi nanti. Wishing for a great day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A BLESSED CHRITMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;malden&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1901559190202321496?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1901559190202321496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1901559190202321496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1901559190202321496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/morning-people.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-4794014515938390866</id><published>2010-12-23T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:47:28.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saja nak mengadu kejap</title><content type='html'>Angkat sofa, panjat-panjat pasang langsir,  hampar carpet, letak sofa balik,.&lt;br /&gt;Angkat kotak air. Susun meja. Kuar pergi beli barang. Kuarkan barang dari kereta.&lt;br /&gt;Letak barang atas meja. Pergi kereta balik, angkat beras.&lt;br /&gt;Sakit pinggang weh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I need boys in the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-4794014515938390866?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/4794014515938390866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/saja-nak-mengadu-kejap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4794014515938390866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/4794014515938390866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/saja-nak-mengadu-kejap.html' title='Saja nak mengadu kejap'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8347041519872249475.post-1438880005379166053</id><published>2010-12-23T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:17:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wishlist</title><content type='html'>10 . A concert ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have a dream to see a concert, i've never been to any. Buy me any concert ticket. Tapi concert Justin Bieber mungkin saya kurang berminat la. Tapi in order to merealisasikan impian saya, mungkin saya akan terima la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A ticket to Anfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This always been my dream. I hope one day i will set my foot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A ride in a hot air balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Yang ni sebab saya rasa mesti cool to experience it at least once. Tapi tak tahu la kat mana ada. hoho. Aaa..gayat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Paintball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Yang ni dah banyak kali cakap nak main but never get the chance. Heard that they do have a place in kuching. Sounds a bit expensive but you need a geng, a team in order to play. Mau cari kawan satu kepala ni yang susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. White horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still... i wana ride a horse. A white horse. No further explanation, it is just a dream i have since i was a kid that i want to fulfill. Hope that i would never be too old ride one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Barangan yang cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haa..yang ni banyak option. As long as it has cool pattern, cool functions, I'm gonna love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A new hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya nak telefon yang support double sim. Leceh nak bawa dua telefon. Double sim dan canggih sikit pun ok. Handphone saya sudah sedikit bengap, kalau call tiba-tiba terpadam. Yang satu lagi button * dia tak berfungsi. Ok, takpa. Bukan pakai sangat pun butang tu, tapi nak cek balance baru rasa butang itu penting. Adush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Helikopter mainan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergh. Rank no. 3. haha. Saya nak main sebijik, tu ja reason saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A good job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I need this one. Or in replacement of this one, just let me find something interesting enough to do compared to what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A catalyst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya buat masa ini memerlukan mangkin to move forward. It could be someone, or something.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my catalyst, i need a new one. A catalyst where i could put my reasons, to do stuff. So what ever it is that i am doing, the catalyst is the reason and where i put hope. A catalyst to keep me driven, the catalyst also worth living for. I think that is what i needed most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8347041519872249475-1438880005379166053?l=saysmalden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/feeds/1438880005379166053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1438880005379166053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8347041519872249475/posts/default/1438880005379166053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://saysmalden.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-wishlist.html' title='My Wishlist'/><author><name>Mel Malden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05956726968596996018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ij2nTbgIgMI/Subv2Wux8SI/AAAAAAAAAG4/o9Q6SRjRYLg/S220/DSC00738.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
