<?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-8673806734860132476</id><updated>2012-02-17T04:39:01.650+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='concert'/><category term='fun'/><category term='celebrity'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>wrapped with love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-5300522491614135025</id><published>2011-08-19T13:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:33:01.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog post, believe it or not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh hi...almost forgot i have a blog. hehehe. My days are quite hectic for someone on her semester break, really. I'm helping out my sister's friend with her new boutique, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/El-Humaira/237829749590863"&gt;El Humaira&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Platinum Walk, Danau Kota. &lt;i&gt;come come and buy your baju raya here. &lt;/i&gt;Ehem.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Anyway, she just delivered a baby boy, so basically I take her job and consider myself as the "manager" (for a month). heh. I work from 10-6pm everyday except Sunday. I completely ignoring the fact that the boutique is NEVER close, 7 days a week, and shamelessly asked for sunday off. How could one work EVERYDAY without a break, seriously? If you say you work for money, when will you gonna spend it anyway if you work EVERY SINGLE FREAKING DAY?! &amp;nbsp;Okay, enough Humaira, move on. So, basically I drive from Damansara Damai to Danau Kota and have to go through the massive traffic&amp;nbsp;almost everyday with a lot of patience (so that i am able to buka puasa at home) and not complaining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fbebdb; color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;T_T&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Oh one more important note, &amp;nbsp; I hereby announce that i am now consider&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;rock kapak &lt;/i&gt;as a listen-able&amp;nbsp;music "&lt;i&gt;...aku yang masih ditaman ini, mencari mawar, mawar berduriiiiii...nak ditinggalkan, terasa sayang, ingin ku belai, tangan tak sampaiiii..." &lt;/i&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. *im writing this while listening to the song because&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;the kakak that work with me a big fan of &lt;i&gt;rock kapak&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I promised myself to write about Hong Kong here so that i will remember my HK trip forever (cehh) but you know what, iamtoolazytodothat. one of the reasons why is there is so much to write and some of them i dont even remember! *thanks to the short-term memory I have. :P emm, i dont know if this sounds weird or absurd but I think I have so many vacations, one every few months! so when I was thinking of writing on HK trip, i was in Bangkok with my besties, shopping. -.- I dont know whats wrong with me making so much holiday plans when I already have so much to do without these plans! InshaAllah everything will work out, Humaira, so focus on your holiday plans! heehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are some "lovely" pictures of us. :P Bangkok with the twins. one word: SOMUCHFUN! *yeah, that's one word for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7V61OCLu1s/Tk3uJCaUhDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/QSkCpVCgYUw/s1600/Lovely+Bangkok.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7V61OCLu1s/Tk3uJCaUhDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/QSkCpVCgYUw/s640/Lovely+Bangkok.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is one delicious thing.! that was delish blueberry cheese cake ice-cream, can you imagine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w49tx4Bd5TI/Tk4EV0zaEII/AAAAAAAAAvE/TiG4ZYzgxMM/s1600/22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w49tx4Bd5TI/Tk4EV0zaEII/AAAAAAAAAvE/TiG4ZYzgxMM/s640/22.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0ux4_P0SKc/Tk4G4bcKrsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VYups3NPWGo/s1600/q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0ux4_P0SKc/Tk4G4bcKrsI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VYups3NPWGo/s640/q.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDGI0L2s6yM/Tk4G5mwHm8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/YwFBW9S9yaQ/s1600/qq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rDGI0L2s6yM/Tk4G5mwHm8I/AAAAAAAAAvM/YwFBW9S9yaQ/s640/qq.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;stuff I bought on the 1st day of shopping. oh and i bought 2 Thailand 'notebook' passports! soso cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSROk-iOZpM/Tk4G7fCTJJI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rLnKsqtYXUE/s1600/qqq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSROk-iOZpM/Tk4G7fCTJJI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rLnKsqtYXUE/s640/qqq.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHrnUvfR-Xw/Tk3ufye2fpI/AAAAAAAAAug/fTAP89MhNzk/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pHrnUvfR-Xw/Tk3ufye2fpI/AAAAAAAAAug/fTAP89MhNzk/s640/10.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7IcCJrqx1s/Tk3udrOLsXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SZGS8UjR5g8/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7IcCJrqx1s/Tk3udrOLsXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/SZGS8UjR5g8/s640/9.jpg" width="630" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love the color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpbuQvZJjNs/Tk3uw5ympsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/S0i33X_PRVY/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jpbuQvZJjNs/Tk3uw5ympsI/AAAAAAAAAu4/S0i33X_PRVY/s640/11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this is the twins's sis's cute little boutique. *not sure if i write it right. grammar failed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh3Bhlftl44/Tk3uhs7f9zI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Pb7XQF8RzbE/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh3Bhlftl44/Tk3uhs7f9zI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Pb7XQF8RzbE/s640/15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my lovely twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNZ7UoJgndQ/Tk3ujXzaCxI/AAAAAAAAAuo/laaMPXo3LEA/s1600/30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tNZ7UoJgndQ/Tk3ujXzaCxI/AAAAAAAAAuo/laaMPXo3LEA/s640/30.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ncaWlmuih0/Tk4G84GiqHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/irkxSaNfSE0/s1600/qqqq.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ncaWlmuih0/Tk4G84GiqHI/AAAAAAAAAvU/irkxSaNfSE0/s640/qqqq.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ_6h6XvHoc/Tk3ulNFPd8I/AAAAAAAAAus/vIZJpbagSdc/s1600/51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uZ_6h6XvHoc/Tk3ulNFPd8I/AAAAAAAAAus/vIZJpbagSdc/s640/51.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the frozen&amp;nbsp;yogurt i love.! but J.co frozen yogurt is much much better.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qw5_i1hCz1Q/Tk3umfowYCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sRYbeIbC1Zc/s1600/59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qw5_i1hCz1Q/Tk3umfowYCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sRYbeIbC1Zc/s640/59.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Siam Paragon Mall. we watched Transformers 4D. IT WAS AMAZING. It is like watching a movie and riding a roller coaster combined. literally. i was laughing for the first 15 minutes because I didn't expect the seat to move so much. and the best part was when the autobots splashed us with their saliva. :P &amp;nbsp;and and I love any scenes that involve wind like jumping off the helicopter, like seriously, its soo cool and cool (sejuk because of the wind :PP). Another cool effect would be smoke all over the&amp;nbsp;theater&amp;nbsp;hall when there were scenes involve fire or anything causes smoke!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt9vHK5EjtU/Tk3uy_749BI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JtoSqHlsQ2s/s1600/78.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vt9vHK5EjtU/Tk3uy_749BI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JtoSqHlsQ2s/s640/78.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we had the best dinner at Sukishi. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urxp2SXXTE4/Tk3u0YBc2iI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EL84---0sps/s1600/94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-urxp2SXXTE4/Tk3u0YBc2iI/AAAAAAAAAvA/EL84---0sps/s640/94.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hope everyone will have a lovely weekend. xx&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/8673806734860132476-5300522491614135025?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5300522491614135025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=5300522491614135025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/5300522491614135025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/5300522491614135025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post-believe-it-or-not.html' title='A blog post, believe it or not.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l7V61OCLu1s/Tk3uJCaUhDI/AAAAAAAAAuY/QSkCpVCgYUw/s72-c/Lovely+Bangkok.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-2353387904224017579</id><published>2011-07-30T04:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T01:14:29.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Niece birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This kinda an old news but whatever, the niece is already one!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VgWhpohwzc/TjMeBe3rlTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nDtUqkaBB9A/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VgWhpohwzc/TjMeBe3rlTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nDtUqkaBB9A/s640/21.jpg" width="384" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Red Velvet cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTyFrh-1a3o/TjMZ0ak-rOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Qhr-5nrLeu4/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DTyFrh-1a3o/TjMZ0ak-rOI/AAAAAAAAAtU/Qhr-5nrLeu4/s640/7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a really nice small party with delicious food, i tell you. Just some family and friends over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNhllsjpHGE/TjMWqemxhFI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FIbm6aW5i44/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNhllsjpHGE/TjMWqemxhFI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FIbm6aW5i44/s640/3.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh good food! i miss you.!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5jul2CmhtY/TjMZbcCb8jI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dKpXEdBtxh8/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l5jul2CmhtY/TjMZbcCb8jI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/dKpXEdBtxh8/s640/5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiUaZI0xqA0/TjMXKEPem1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/lzThG4FWQKE/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NiUaZI0xqA0/TjMXKEPem1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/lzThG4FWQKE/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vOBaIQiZ398/TjMdpLx8VDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/7GtCCqcQ-90/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;okay, she was wayyyyy to excited to open up the giant gift. sampai panjat-panjat. Heehe. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JNXFXqhFVpc/TjMdBjab2WI/AAAAAAAAAt8/ZCL36iTfil4/s640/18.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-2353387904224017579?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2353387904224017579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=2353387904224017579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2353387904224017579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2353387904224017579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='The Niece birthday'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4VgWhpohwzc/TjMeBe3rlTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nDtUqkaBB9A/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-1550553663972642166</id><published>2011-07-12T02:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T02:20:13.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Disneyland, Madame Tussauds, branded outlets (unfortunately we only managed to get to a few :/ ) well, im thinking of showering my blog with some of the pictures. i will write later. there's lot of stuff to write about but i am just...lazy. :D so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was 3 and a half hour flight. not that long. i watched "No String Attached" to kill the time. a very predictable storyline but was not a bad movie for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REPdJSXwccM/TeXnD2OL00I/AAAAAAAAAsI/qnXctWZLcZ0/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REPdJSXwccM/TeXnD2OL00I/AAAAAAAAAsI/qnXctWZLcZ0/s640/11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're finally in Hong Kong! wheeeheeeee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjJ5GA4TlJk/TeXnfJPCs_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/ozRubj5ag0w/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pjJ5GA4TlJk/TeXnfJPCs_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/ozRubj5ag0w/s640/17.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hop in a bus bus! i love buses in Hong Kong. they have wifi! well, you can get free wifi practically almost anywhere you go in Hong Kong. how cool is that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_QAfWqzZAM/TeXowwbIYII/AAAAAAAAAsY/26dJkxpA_xw/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n_QAfWqzZAM/TeXowwbIYII/AAAAAAAAAsY/26dJkxpA_xw/s640/blog1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfume sini murah gila. its original perfume. my sister bought one and i didnt! *regret.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMGUp2hDFIg/TeXpSYf5pzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/W43DU74mpQM/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SMGUp2hDFIg/TeXpSYf5pzI/AAAAAAAAAsc/W43DU74mpQM/s640/6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the symphony of lights! i will tell you more about this. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OdH_F5nwm4/TeXptTsVT4I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4EJ2DR_a5cs/s1600/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OdH_F5nwm4/TeXptTsVT4I/AAAAAAAAAsg/4EJ2DR_a5cs/s640/12.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXrglAL_upE/TeXqTdPLk6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/WsJpCjIwyFk/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXrglAL_upE/TeXqTdPLk6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/WsJpCjIwyFk/s640/DSC_0009.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Madame Tussauds baby! :D I loved it. i always wanted to go to Madame Tussauds. My family and I went to Europe 2 years ago but we didnt go there. For me it was too expensive in London and we could not go to Madame Tussauds in Amsterdam because we were too busy&amp;nbsp;shopping&amp;nbsp;for souvenir as we spent just a little time there. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVPQvUXhde0/TeXqqJnUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAso/2dYNAKmMKzc/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dVPQvUXhde0/TeXqqJnUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAso/2dYNAKmMKzc/s640/3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aww Obama. be my assistant! heeehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT1OXt3oxXI/TeXrMVx1ajI/AAAAAAAAAss/zcJcf0eM8fI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LT1OXt3oxXI/TeXrMVx1ajI/AAAAAAAAAss/zcJcf0eM8fI/s640/4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i looooooove this ! although i was not a gorgeous sky for view *cloudy, but i still love this place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;wanna go there again and again and again and live there. *&amp;nbsp;exaggeration&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib-KLpqtH88/TeXranUof1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/jLWkeTjSOMQ/s1600/97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib-KLpqtH88/TeXranUof1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/jLWkeTjSOMQ/s640/97.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;guess where am i? wheeehee DISNEYLAND!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i used to be and still am a HUGE fan of Disney. i love all the princesses, who's doesn't right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they are so modest, cakap lembut gila ala-ala perempuan Melayu terakhir. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imF2uUr5e5g/TeXr-hMwS8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/nfNAvnUL4-M/s1600/24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-imF2uUr5e5g/TeXr-hMwS8I/AAAAAAAAAs0/nfNAvnUL4-M/s640/24.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh Donald Duck, where's your Daisy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdzXdR54uVU/TeXsfoFzrpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lfW92ARCp-c/s1600/46.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zdzXdR54uVU/TeXsfoFzrpI/AAAAAAAAAs4/lfW92ARCp-c/s640/46.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's all for now. but i will write more on this. *btw, did you notice what my baby niece wore to Disneyland? c(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-8106131322401259882?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8106131322401259882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=8106131322401259882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8106131322401259882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8106131322401259882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-hong-kong.html' title='oh Hong Kong.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REPdJSXwccM/TeXnD2OL00I/AAAAAAAAAsI/qnXctWZLcZ0/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-7555978141250162639</id><published>2011-05-20T02:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:18:26.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its Friday Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yep. its Friday, 12.44am. IM&amp;nbsp;EXHAUSTED! i had classes packed up from 8.30am till 6.50pm then a short club meeting at 8.30pm. But one thing i know about myself better than anybody is no matter how tired i am, i almost never go to bed early. Seriously. Btw, have you ever notice that your bed is the most comfortable thing in the world especially after you snoozed the alarm? *i've read that somewhere and i think that is soosooo true. #Random Fact. Ehem. Back to the story, i woke up this morning, forcing myself to get ready and I only have one thing in mind. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"Argh, Arabic class from 8.30am till 1pm today. Geeeraatttt!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;After 30 minutes, i was all dressed up then one evil plan popped on my mind.&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"Why dont i just skip the morning class today? I am soo tired because I stayed up all night finishing my assignment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ceh. padahal tak ada assignment pun tido lewat jugak. Then i went to my dad and ask him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: Abah, is there any way that i can skip the morning class? i am sooo tired. *sleepy face....and is there anything other than MC that i can give to the lecturer as an excuse letter?" *sebak-nak-nangis face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Abah: Noo no, you should go to your class. i will drive you there.\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Me: But its Arabic. *makin sebak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Abah: Nooo you cant do that. Nevermind, I will go to your class to see how the lecturer teaches you guys today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was like whatheheck and went to my room and...&amp;nbsp;collapsed on the bed helplessly. Knowing my phone alarm is still on snooze and it will wake me up any minute, so i was forcing myself to sleep like a baby *I always hold my phone in the morning, so it's easier for me to press the snooze&amp;nbsp;bottom. HAHA! that's why i always snooze my alarm until i realize i was late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15 minutes later, i was&amp;nbsp;all alone&amp;nbsp;in the car, driving myself to UIA with my eyes half-opened. I went to the first class at 8.30am. then to the next. and next. then the last class of the day. *yes, i ended up went to all the classes "__"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after that i went to the meeting. it was a short one and i went back home at 9.30pm. on my way back, my brain started recalling (bubble flashback) about what happened in the morning and &amp;nbsp;i LMAO! what was i thinking? gila merapu kan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;perkara-perkara yang merapu tak masuk akal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1# why did i even bother to get up if i want to skip the class so bad and i even asked my dad for&amp;nbsp;permission&amp;nbsp;to skip class? like hellooo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2# I &amp;nbsp;was all dressed up for the class and finally menurut hasutan setan suruh ponteng kelas pegi sambung tido. *note to setan: lain kali hasut awal-awal boleh tak? ni dah siap baru nak cakap haishhh *dont take me seriously, this is a joke. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3# why did i go and ask my dad those stupid questions?!!! like seriously. excuse letter apa kebenda? excuse letter tak pegi class sebab malas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4#&amp;nbsp;i asked permission to skip class, my dad offered me a ride to UIA when driving myself to the university was not even an issue here. i just want to skip the class!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5# and the last one.&amp;nbsp;and why oh why in the world my dad said he will come to my class today and see how the lecturer teaches us?! ahahahahhaaha. i really dont understand this part. *maybe because i always complain Arab susah kot. hahah its still funny though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The sad thing is, i was not realize how&amp;nbsp;ridiculous the&amp;nbsp;conversation&amp;nbsp;was until 9.30pm just now. more than 13 hours after the conversation. pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;okay enough about that. that's the past. let's talk about the future. i am going for a short holiday with the family, yippyyy.~ very much excited because this is the first family holiday for my one and only baby niece. soo, why am i more excited than her? maybe because she is wayy to young to be excited for herself! hehe. it is just 5 of us, my mom, bro, sis, niece and me. where are we going, you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFewbVlPrpY/TdVak3J1dMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RWpsG4P0cew/s1600/hongkong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFewbVlPrpY/TdVak3J1dMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RWpsG4P0cew/s400/hongkong.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; here &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;*google image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ps: Surprisingly, i enjoyed my Arabic class yesterday because i actually understand what ustaz taught us, which is a very rare event in my calendar. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-7555978141250162639?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7555978141250162639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=7555978141250162639&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/7555978141250162639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/7555978141250162639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-friday-friday.html' title='its Friday Friday!'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XFewbVlPrpY/TdVak3J1dMI/AAAAAAAAAsE/RWpsG4P0cew/s72-c/hongkong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-1574076569916774797</id><published>2011-05-18T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:00:54.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Politics?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me capitalism. Your Mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The father says, "Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep poo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;HAHAHAHA! this is funny. xD*i found this&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://politicalhumor.about.com/library/jokes/bljokewhatispolitics.htm" style="color: #3366cc; font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;while googling for extra informations for my assignment.&amp;nbsp;hehe enjoy.&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/8673806734860132476-1574076569916774797?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1574076569916774797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=1574076569916774797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/1574076569916774797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/1574076569916774797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-politics_18.html' title='What Is Politics?'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-6433896820502450318</id><published>2011-05-18T02:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T02:19:16.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFucr0YQxWQ/TdK7nwsZdNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JI-iZVJTCYs/s1600/facebook-256.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFucr0YQxWQ/TdK7nwsZdNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JI-iZVJTCYs/s320/facebook-256.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;its weird when people you actually know in life like you ex-schoolmates inbox you asking to add them on facebook because they cant add you up tapi hari-hari ada je friend requests dari orang-orang yg tak dikenali. friend in common pun tak ada. pelik.&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/8673806734860132476-6433896820502450318?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6433896820502450318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=6433896820502450318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/6433896820502450318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/6433896820502450318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/facebook.html' title='facebook.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFucr0YQxWQ/TdK7nwsZdNI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JI-iZVJTCYs/s72-c/facebook-256.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-5449150388162940593</id><published>2011-05-16T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T02:25:44.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Illness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i dont know what's wrong with me, but sometimes (&lt;strike&gt;em, more than sometimes&lt;/strike&gt;) i do things without thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For instance i'll lock the door every time i enter a room/house...or whenever i drive, park somewhere and get out of the car, after 50 steps of walking away from the car i will try to recall whether i lock the car or not and then i ended up running back to the car, and see the car is safely locked EVERYTIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it seems like i do things automatically without realizing it. is it normal? haih, pelik-pelik je. But i think some people do the same thing too. Contonnya setengah orang suka tekan loceng walaupun dia tau pintu rumah tak kunci (which i find it sooo annoying because i usually run halfway down the stairs then i hear the door open *click)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;one thing i really hate, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;although i do it, ehem, sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;is people say "NTAH" or "TAKTAU" or "TAKDE" when they are too lazy to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;1# W&lt;/span&gt;atak Ummi dan M.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Bukan nama sebenar)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;*coughs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ummi: " M, ada nampak tak tudung ummi yang color brown tu?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; M: "ntah, tak tau" --sambil mata kat laptop tengah type-type.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then, Ummi and M went out to One Utama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; M: Laaa, Ummi kenapa pakai tudung merah? tak sesuai lah. kenapa tak pakai tudung brown?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ummi: itulah. tudung brown tak jumpa. taktau pegi mana.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;M: Laaa, tudung brown ada dalam laci bilik M. Apesal tak tanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- then M looked at ceiling and and had a flashback. then tersengih sorang-sorang. Ummi buat muka malas nak cakap banyak. The thing is M wasn't even thinking whether she (she? *ehem, muka tak bersalah) even seen the tudung before or not. out of laziness, she says "taktau". *sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2# Salesgirl and S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;S: Excuse me, do you have the thing that when you want to read a book you can....bla....bla..bla...do you have it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salesgirl: Takde..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;--like seriously? i know you dont even understand the explanation because i donit understand it either, but out of the confusion of the sentences used or simply because you dont understand what is the person saying probably because of the different slang or language, you say TAKDE. Everytime i heard this word from a salesgirl, i will try to look for the stuff myself because most of the times i ended up found it in the store. "__" If you dont understand it, just ask lah. i hate to say this but Malays always like that. *sad. Maybe they have this mentality like &lt;i&gt;"kalau aku cari benda tu sampai jumpa pun bukan aku dapat gaji lebih ke apa" &lt;/i&gt;thats what i think what they have in mind. the thing is we should be more active and fast. barulah cekap dan maju. *note to self. dont focus on what reward will you get if you do certain things, just do things right and i believe you will get the benefit as long as you are sincere doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not saying this to trash other people, it is more like a friendly reminder to us all. we should think before we say things or do things. right? right? :B *tayang gigi heee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; in conclusion, stop being SENANGBERRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwuOoEL5Sw/TdAVCf0sxqI/AAAAAAAAArw/KrOlo541e4o/s1600/senangberry_1600x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwuOoEL5Sw/TdAVCf0sxqI/AAAAAAAAArw/KrOlo541e4o/s400/senangberry_1600x900.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;instead, we should be RAJINBERRY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcE9NQxm9-I/TdAVEpNMsgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vySoXzHGurQ/s1600/rajinberry_1600x900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UcE9NQxm9-I/TdAVEpNMsgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/vySoXzHGurQ/s400/rajinberry_1600x900.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst, these pictures are actually desktop wallpapers that i got from the "WhatBerry" games. :P&lt;br /&gt;and sorry if you got confuse with my points here, its just some random thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-5449150388162940593?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5449150388162940593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=5449150388162940593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/5449150388162940593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/5449150388162940593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/mental-illness.html' title='Mental Illness'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTwuOoEL5Sw/TdAVCf0sxqI/AAAAAAAAArw/KrOlo541e4o/s72-c/senangberry_1600x900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-8658266990689574709</id><published>2011-05-12T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T01:26:55.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXXbsslgTAA/TcrEkk2u9fI/AAAAAAAAAro/kcNP7SP185M/s1600/d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXXbsslgTAA/TcrEkk2u9fI/AAAAAAAAAro/kcNP7SP185M/s320/d.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;out with the mommy, the aunty and the cousins THE WHOLE DAY today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;one word&lt;/i&gt;: TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;interesting facts:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# &amp;nbsp;i was the driver for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2# &amp;nbsp;i have class from 8.30am till 6.50pm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3# &amp;nbsp;Still wide awake at 1.26am (as i am still in &lt;strike&gt;holiday mod&lt;/strike&gt;e where my sense of being sleepy is not exist at night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reaction: YAY! &lt;b&gt;:/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-8658266990689574709?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8658266990689574709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=8658266990689574709&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8658266990689574709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8658266990689574709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/out-with-mommy-aunty-and-cousins-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UXXbsslgTAA/TcrEkk2u9fI/AAAAAAAAAro/kcNP7SP185M/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-9165178405234879546</id><published>2011-05-05T03:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:37:00.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Yuna Inspired Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its Yuna&amp;nbsp;Inspired&amp;nbsp;Secret Concert people! :D have you guys watch the &lt;a href="http://www.yunainspired.com/"&gt;Yuna Inspired&lt;/a&gt; minisodes on Astro Hitz Channel? if you don't, you can click&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/yunainspired"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to watch it on Youtube. i loved it! you can see her journey here in Malaysia, London and New York! how cool is that? Yuna shines through all the minisodes. im not the biggest fan of Yuna, but i do love her music, personality and STYLE! look at the pictures below, she rocking the shocking pink jacket, with a colourful turban (ethnic kot. *sorry i dont speak fashion :P) btw, the&amp;nbsp;scarfs around her neck and the one tied as the turban are from her store &lt;a href="http://iamjetfuelshop.blogspot.com/"&gt;IAMJETFUEL&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in Subang Jaya. they got stuff online too. check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukp0WbE43W4/TcGfYOK-WRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/_93NTGfD_RQ/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukp0WbE43W4/TcGfYOK-WRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/_93NTGfD_RQ/s640/9.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86T1m4-SKyY/TcGplrQfbII/AAAAAAAAAqY/BEmNVSFYpxo/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-86T1m4-SKyY/TcGplrQfbII/AAAAAAAAAqY/BEmNVSFYpxo/s640/a.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song that she sang was "Dan Sebenarnya" and it was AMAZING. i was&amp;nbsp;mesmerized&amp;nbsp;by her voice live because it sounds just like what i heard on radio, except she sang in different version which was better than original, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU-H2O4ecOk/TcGeiNlTx-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lxZM2U2POSk/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU-H2O4ecOk/TcGeiNlTx-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/lxZM2U2POSk/s640/5.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mVetkQs50PY/TcGfpVCx5hI/AAAAAAAAAqM/JMZ2PTyBqLk/s640/11.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQu0Z24SOPY/TcGgEx4bZdI/AAAAAAAAAqU/xaNAnGo6bgg/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AQu0Z24SOPY/TcGgEx4bZdI/AAAAAAAAAqU/xaNAnGo6bgg/s640/13.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in conclusion: we had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-9165178405234879546?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/9165178405234879546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=9165178405234879546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/9165178405234879546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/9165178405234879546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/yuna-inspired-me.html' title='Yuna Inspired Me!'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukp0WbE43W4/TcGfYOK-WRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/_93NTGfD_RQ/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-4388610552263380648</id><published>2011-05-04T01:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T04:27:52.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuna Inspired Secret Concert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3y6vl6TIXmw/TcA9TNijJrI/AAAAAAAAApo/zDdDdOVg0aM/s1600/yuna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3y6vl6TIXmw/TcA9TNijJrI/AAAAAAAAApo/zDdDdOVg0aM/s400/yuna.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've won the ticket for Yuna Inspired Secret Concert yipppyyyy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:DD&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;ehem, it is an old news as the concert was last saturday. hhehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically all you have to do is play the "Whatberry 2" game and collect all 22 badges. thats a lot i tell you because every single badge has it owns unique criteria. some of them were quite simple but some were not. but at last i manage to get all the badges andddddddddd got a pair of tickets! :D *thanks Humaira for being so "job-less" on your semester break.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;----------continue tomorrow. :P * i will tell you more about the concert. pictures included. gotta hit the sack. good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhECGfYGydA/TcGr8NpipbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VeeTlwS9KLs/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhECGfYGydA/TcGr8NpipbI/AAAAAAAAAqg/VeeTlwS9KLs/s640/1.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;candid picture *was on the phone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seriously, i DID NOT try to pose like Yuna in the poster, in case you're wondering. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8673806734860132476-4388610552263380648?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4388610552263380648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=4388610552263380648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/4388610552263380648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/4388610552263380648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/yuna-inspired-secret-concert.html' title='Yuna Inspired Secret Concert!'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3y6vl6TIXmw/TcA9TNijJrI/AAAAAAAAApo/zDdDdOVg0aM/s72-c/yuna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-6312664717380191303</id><published>2011-05-02T18:35:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T03:50:01.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of a shallow Blogwalker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;oh yes, im talking about meeee. hehee.&lt;/div&gt;blogwalking is soo&amp;nbsp;addictive. what kind of blog do i like, you ask? (ye lahh, of course la you ask, as i have 6 followers now, so konon-konon, diorang tanya la kan! HAHA! 6 ye, bukan 6k :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qd6CMmUhgQ/Tb5fXJrqHfI/AAAAAAAAApA/Usgy7a7IUg4/s1600/walking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qd6CMmUhgQ/Tb5fXJrqHfI/AAAAAAAAApA/Usgy7a7IUg4/s1600/walking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BLOGWALKING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;no sweat at all. trust me. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. FASHION BLOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TY37f1x4cQk/Tb8BkHQdnqI/AAAAAAAAApc/nbwWhvG2U20/s1600/DSC_0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TY37f1x4cQk/Tb8BkHQdnqI/AAAAAAAAApc/nbwWhvG2U20/s320/DSC_0753.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4HEjo6AfWc/Tb8BWJ2MmiI/AAAAAAAAApY/NV-cjjkIYF8/s1600/DSC_0475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o4HEjo6AfWc/Tb8BWJ2MmiI/AAAAAAAAApY/NV-cjjkIYF8/s320/DSC_0475.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love fashion blogs. i really do. because this kind of blog usually comes with tons of pictures. yeah, i love blog with pictures, and of course i love they way they write too. Nowadays we can see lots of bloggers with hijabs, have AMAZING AMAZING personal styles! they really do. they are quite hardcore bloggers with lotsa clothes. they will upload pictures of themselves everyday or every two days with different style of clothing. whoaa. hebat lah diorang ni kan. how do they do that? they always make me wonder "berapa banyak lah baju yang diorang ada agak-agak?" *the thought that always pop up on shallow blogwalker's mind. :P i would love to share some of the links of my favourite blogs but i dont know the rules here. can i just share them? takut diorang marah pulak. *but why would they be mad, im promoting their blog (to my 6 followers muahahaha) if i put the links here. ntah la. but i think most of fashion bloggers, blog readers out there already read their blogs or even follow them. so no need lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. PERSONAL BLOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z233Qtlr1w/Tb7_3er96pI/AAAAAAAAApI/YOVySwtPFVU/s1600/111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z233Qtlr1w/Tb7_3er96pI/AAAAAAAAApI/YOVySwtPFVU/s400/111.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UX-3CF9zoIs/Tb8CHYpVhqI/AAAAAAAAApk/fdX2uTCuNOE/s1600/hh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UX-3CF9zoIs/Tb8CHYpVhqI/AAAAAAAAApk/fdX2uTCuNOE/s400/hh.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;holiday pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh yes. its just normal that people would write about their personal lives. its kinda fun to read. especially when they are not in Malaysia. its interesting. i love to read about Malaysian students that study all around the globe. they certainly learn new things that we (Malaysian students study in Malaysia) don't get to&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;like trip during holidays to other countries with bunch of friends or even the way the classes are conducted there are quite different (far more interesting!), i guess. or they just talk about random things like holiday trip, meeting some friends ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. FOOD BLOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCudNDS3qZ4/Tb8B-gYl6MI/AAAAAAAAApg/SID6nLrOnXw/s1600/gh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PCudNDS3qZ4/Tb8B-gYl6MI/AAAAAAAAApg/SID6nLrOnXw/s400/gh.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnDtsO-YFNk/Tb8A_Z9lOTI/AAAAAAAAApU/rOh_XMHva1I/s1600/DSbhhC_0694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pnDtsO-YFNk/Tb8A_Z9lOTI/AAAAAAAAApU/rOh_XMHva1I/s320/DSbhhC_0694.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhSNii3KHrM/Tb8ALV_6O0I/AAAAAAAAApM/6Xqv2kq8o0g/s1600/1212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhSNii3KHrM/Tb8ALV_6O0I/AAAAAAAAApM/6Xqv2kq8o0g/s320/1212.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haaaaaa, this is my guilty pleasure. apa yang best tengok blog pasal makanan? em, i dont know. haha. food looks good in pictures and have good reviews from the people make me salivate and just want to go there right away! like seriously. i love food, food loves me, and i think i'm fatter just by looking at these amazing food blogs. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some cool pictures to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rle7FknK950/Tb8AnebLtNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/WltNYuigk54/s1600/121212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rle7FknK950/Tb8AnebLtNI/AAAAAAAAApQ/WltNYuigk54/s400/121212.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8M1HV3Ctko/Tb7_ewyW9HI/AAAAAAAAApE/MPqiT8rVjOE/s1600/_MG_1621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E8M1HV3Ctko/Tb7_ewyW9HI/AAAAAAAAApE/MPqiT8rVjOE/s320/_MG_1621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;the thing about the blogs that i followed, they have LOTS of followers! confirm semua ribu-ribu. that's a lot! that maybe one of the many reasons why they update their blogs regularly because people will start asking if they don't. or mayyyyyyybe they got soo many followers because they update their blog regularly. hah, im not sure about that. :P or maybe they are born to be internet stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, all pictures above are purely "gambar hiasan" from my personal pictures collection. *as you can see, most of them, have my face on it. hahah. sorry. people who read this entry must be tired of looking at my face by now. c(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooo, thats all. bye cool people. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-6312664717380191303?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/6312664717380191303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=6312664717380191303&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/6312664717380191303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/6312664717380191303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/05/story-of-shallow-blogwalker-p.html' title='the story of a shallow Blogwalker.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qd6CMmUhgQ/Tb5fXJrqHfI/AAAAAAAAApA/Usgy7a7IUg4/s72-c/walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-7534676745621093586</id><published>2011-04-29T03:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T03:49:45.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Wedding 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone excited for the Royal Wedding tomorrow? well, maybe its just me..along with the world population!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is the "the Royal Wedding of the Century" after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am sooo sure every single media network in the world is very much eager to cover the Royal Wedding.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #dddddd; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #dddddd; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;William &amp;amp; Kate.&lt;i&gt; (2011)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czn1FCpUFsY/TbmyGDonVWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zYVNLDcEBYU/s1600/_52394614_011847891-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czn1FCpUFsY/TbmyGDonVWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zYVNLDcEBYU/s400/_52394614_011847891-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Charles &amp;amp; Diana. &lt;i&gt;(1981)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EA93t7uWKVE/TbmyH0_PS-I/AAAAAAAAAok/EVR2JggVf7E/s1600/royal-wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EA93t7uWKVE/TbmyH0_PS-I/AAAAAAAAAok/EVR2JggVf7E/s400/royal-wedding.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One thing everyone is excited about MUST be the wedding dress! As we all know, the late Princess Diana wore the huge princess dress and the train was over 20-feet long. the Princess-to-be is keeping &amp;nbsp;her wedding dress as a secret, but i don't think she will wear anything similar to Diana's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #323232; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; display: inline !important; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOexVWJiAjs/Tbm6UUzAomI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RDPcMitwaNU/s1600/princess-diana-wedding-gown-back.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOexVWJiAjs/Tbm6UUzAomI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RDPcMitwaNU/s400/princess-diana-wedding-gown-back.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BY4ch-qszUI/TbmyG5T0HcI/AAAAAAAAAoc/MVoIyXX7484/s400/AL-royal-wedding-diana-420x0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Royal wave. ! we shall see a lot of this tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOv0l-n-_s/TbmyHTfjnrI/AAAAAAAAAog/_ZeApUuQ-bI/s1600/Prince-William-Kate-Middleton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lIOv0l-n-_s/TbmyHTfjnrI/AAAAAAAAAog/_ZeApUuQ-bI/s400/Prince-William-Kate-Middleton.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI_ot3a70r0/TbmyKfyU0VI/AAAAAAAAAos/gW-E_sTQQIA/s1600/royal-wedding-will-kate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jI_ot3a70r0/TbmyKfyU0VI/AAAAAAAAAos/gW-E_sTQQIA/s400/royal-wedding-will-kate.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most tabloids try to compare Diana &amp;amp; Kate (or Catherine as she will be known&amp;nbsp;officially)&amp;nbsp;especially on their styles. em i would say Kate looks more classy like "i'm-ready-to-be-a-princess" type whereas the late Diana was more like bringing her normal yet superrr gorgeous style (short blonde hair!) to the Royal family.(just an opinion) But who cares, both are gorgeous anyways. *_*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZODx0SjA8_s/TbmyJuvIciI/AAAAAAAAAoo/sLPZ37bc3y8/s1600/royal-wedding+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZODx0SjA8_s/TbmyJuvIciI/AAAAAAAAAoo/sLPZ37bc3y8/s1600/royal-wedding+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rB-ZxnsLSug/TbmyK4AFqRI/AAAAAAAAAow/rkha6Zp7Qr0/s1600/ROYAL-WEDDING-OYST_1859608c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rB-ZxnsLSug/TbmyK4AFqRI/AAAAAAAAAow/rkha6Zp7Qr0/s400/ROYAL-WEDDING-OYST_1859608c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how cute is that! Oyster card with the picture of the royal couple on it! :D&lt;br /&gt;* Oyster card is a smart card that use by people to travel around London. use it for bus, Underground ect. senang cerita macam Touch N' Go lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and guess who are NOT on the invitation list?&lt;/span&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;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;img height="340" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tg_DgElV92s/Tbm1_-hCbUI/AAAAAAAAAo4/yoAPRvLx9EE/s400/obamas_Feb20-300x255.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; oh yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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;&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/8673806734860132476-7534676745621093586?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7534676745621093586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=7534676745621093586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/7534676745621093586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/7534676745621093586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding-2011.html' title='The Royal Wedding 2011.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-czn1FCpUFsY/TbmyGDonVWI/AAAAAAAAAoY/zYVNLDcEBYU/s72-c/_52394614_011847891-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-7769182494660545279</id><published>2011-04-28T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T18:22:18.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE2eQIhdJeI/Tbk8EyCIWqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/pVDwi3Mgcvg/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE2eQIhdJeI/Tbk8EyCIWqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/pVDwi3Mgcvg/s640/19.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;this picture never gets old. i can stare at it all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pasir Putih Beach, Aceh, Indonesia. 2011.&lt;/i&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/8673806734860132476-7769182494660545279?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/7769182494660545279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=7769182494660545279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/7769182494660545279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/7769182494660545279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-picture-never-gets-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE2eQIhdJeI/Tbk8EyCIWqI/AAAAAAAAAoU/pVDwi3Mgcvg/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-8335222191808595260</id><published>2011-04-28T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T04:55:23.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>random awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Browsing my picture albums on my laptop. just thought that i want to share some here. do you believe "every picture tells a story"? well, i do. some dont. maybe because im not a camwhore (em, maybe sometimes but not all the time. heeeheee), so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; every picture that i have, has it owns story. don't believe me? alaaaaa, please do! :B&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these are some example, tak banyak pun. just some random pictures.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rlRi7hlOeA/Tbh51YcxsQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ReOBTT93keo/s400/15.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600360094638387458" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this picture of me was taken by my cousin when we were in Aceh, last February. my mom, cousin and i visited my sis, who recently got married to an Acehese. i like this picture. everytime i look at it, i can feel the warm breeze and the peacefulness. plus, this is one of the gorgeous beaches i ever been to in my life. so its special! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-9TxfYPzkM/Tbh50_x3AsI/AAAAAAAAAno/MIGgTzfMvW4/s1600/DSC_1115.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: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-9TxfYPzkM/Tbh50_x3AsI/AAAAAAAAAno/MIGgTzfMvW4/s400/DSC_1115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600360088015930050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey, thats our (the cousins and i) version of red velvet cake! actually this is kinda embarrassing to talk about. the cake was for my mom's 55th birthday. yep, you read it right, its just that i got overexcited and miscounted my mom's age and just write it "54th" instead of "55th". hey, its not every birthday you are younger than you really are right? okay, crap! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we didn't follow any recipes, we just go with the floww~ (HAHA!). surprisingly it tasted not so bad!  &lt;/div&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-9TxfYPzkM/Tbh50_x3AsI/AAAAAAAAAno/MIGgTzfMvW4/s1600/DSC_1115.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQiHgN7u4g/Tbh50DYdMLI/AAAAAAAAAng/yH3VrC4QOiY/s1600/DSC_0296.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: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQiHgN7u4g/Tbh50DYdMLI/AAAAAAAAAng/yH3VrC4QOiY/s400/DSC_0296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600360071803252914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maher Zain! this picture was taken during his visit at my university. &lt;/div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwQiHgN7u4g/Tbh50DYdMLI/AAAAAAAAAng/yH3VrC4QOiY/s1600/DSC_0296.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFB0TgG2OFg/Tbh5zmbPkGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/dIEiyr4cDzg/s1600/DSC_1020.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: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFB0TgG2OFg/Tbh5zmbPkGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/dIEiyr4cDzg/s400/DSC_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600360064030314594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA! this is a funny one. and what makes it funnier is that i COMPLETELY unaware of whats the funny thing about the picture until the weeks passed by when i wanted to upload this picture on facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this picture was taken in MRT, when i was in Singapore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 1st funny thing: i was sitting there innocently when a PREGNANT LADY is actually right in front of me! (the lady in blue) you can obviously see the husband giving me the bitchy look. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 2nd funny thing: what make this picture even EPIC is the fact that i was actually sitting on a seat where the HUGE BLUE SIGN of "Reserved Seating" placed right above my head! haahah. so don't blame the bitchy look from the husband.  xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am truly sorry! as a pelancong asing, you can probably forgive me rightt? :PP&lt;/div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFB0TgG2OFg/Tbh5zmbPkGI/AAAAAAAAAnY/dIEiyr4cDzg/s1600/DSC_1020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HBSATbLPfw/Tbh5zTTRW0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ttWjlYpPEow/s1600/c.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: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HBSATbLPfw/Tbh5zTTRW0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ttWjlYpPEow/s400/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600360058896603970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this is my first niece! i dont need to write long sentences on this one. (:&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/8673806734860132476-8335222191808595260?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8335222191808595260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=8335222191808595260&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8335222191808595260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8335222191808595260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-awesome.html' title='random awesome.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rlRi7hlOeA/Tbh51YcxsQI/AAAAAAAAAnw/ReOBTT93keo/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-2522965791061891571</id><published>2011-04-28T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T05:01:20.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden revelation</title><content type='html'>i just realised (like literally few minutes ago), blogspot sangat lain dari tumblr! hahhh.&lt;div&gt;i mean, i know they are two different things but when i started tumbler-ing, i just thought tumblr is the new and better version of blog(spot). but i realised its not. blogspot seems more personal than tumblr. maybe sebab tumblr ada "reblog", so our tumblr are full with bunch of random things, so its not personal lah. (something like that!) thus, i want to start blogging again. just for fun. so bye!&lt;/div&gt;&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/8673806734860132476-2522965791061891571?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2522965791061891571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=2522965791061891571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2522965791061891571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2522965791061891571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/04/sudden-revelation.html' title='sudden revelation'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-9078110328080860445</id><published>2011-01-14T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:51:35.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh blog.</title><content type='html'>i always wanted to blog. but e&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ither i dont have the time or too lazy to write. haha! but seriously, blogging is fun,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;heehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you know what, i want to write again. this time around its for real. i will find the time. ini betul-betul, bukan main-main. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im done, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-9078110328080860445?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/9078110328080860445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=9078110328080860445&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/9078110328080860445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/9078110328080860445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-blog.html' title='oh blog.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-8493638051514606840</id><published>2010-07-06T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:56:08.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>focus kills, sometimes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TDImIPGf7MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LH56DMBDiSw/s1600/wow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TDImIPGf7MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LH56DMBDiSw/s400/wow.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490492818652654786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;focus on the little "plus" sign in in the middle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this proved that whenever we focus on one single thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we tend to overlook at other things that can be as important, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or even more important than the little thing we focus so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it can carries a deep meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; we humans tend to forget about things around us that important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; like parents, grandparents or real friends..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we overlook everything just because something fancy come around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you love your new cat so much and you forget about your fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you love pepperoni pizza so much, you forget your mom's cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it might sounds stupid but think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt; change the way you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-8493638051514606840?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/8493638051514606840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=8493638051514606840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8493638051514606840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/8493638051514606840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2010/07/focus-on-little-plus-sign-in-in-middle.html' title='focus kills, sometimes.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TDImIPGf7MI/AAAAAAAAAkg/LH56DMBDiSw/s72-c/wow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-5360775468476957676</id><published>2010-06-10T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T17:26:58.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the way to do business.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i. am. pissed. yes, i am. i just hate the way people do business nowadays. really. i went to grocery store at my place just now. i bought some food that cost me rm 9.80. i gave the grocery guy rm 10. there were few people in the store while i was waiting for my 20 cent balance. so, the cashier guy was sort of talking to the lady besides me. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;its okay. i can wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my eyes went to the chocolate box in front of me, on the cashier counter. &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;after 30 seconds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here i am. still waiting. i started to feel weird now. then, i had a sudden revelation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;"is this guy try to act like i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt; right here waiting for my 20 cent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;unless he is blind or i am invisible, theres noo way he cannot see me right? hello, are you forgetting something? im right in front of you. did he forget? well, it is possible. people forget sometimes. most of the times, they're &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; but they act like they do! seriously. i wish i have the guts to choke him for that 20 cent. well, even if i have the guts, i dont want to look stupid screaming for 20 cent especially when theres other people in the store. then, i came out with this &lt;b&gt;amaaaazing&lt;/b&gt; idea. (well not really. more like a coward idea) i walked to the candy counter and take 4 sweets and search for the idiotic face behind the cashier counter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TBE7AsFot6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/o9B2fKarcSY/s1600/lkhlk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TBE7AsFot6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/o9B2fKarcSY/s400/lkhlk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481227104507443106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;*from google*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;then i say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;"erm,&lt;i&gt; these are my 20 cent. so i dont need the balance, thank you." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;i looked at his face very carefully, just dont want to miss his reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;he just unwillingly nodded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;argh. i knew i was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;he&lt;b&gt; forgot&lt;/b&gt; to give the balance on purpose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;maybe some people might say &lt;i&gt;oh i'm overreacted. its just 20 cent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;i dont care whether its 20 cent or 20 ringgit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;is the way they do business is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;the funny thing is, they have this jar for tip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;hah! maybe the cashier guy thought it is a way to make &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;extra money at first, after a while working there and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;realized &lt;i&gt;"theres no easy money, baby" so &lt;/i&gt;why don't we &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;steal &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;the money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;oh one more thing, who wants to tip a cashier guy anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;basically, all he does is put the stuff in the plastic bag and tell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;us how much to pay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;i'm sorry but i really don't get the idea of &lt;i&gt;"tip me"&lt;/i&gt; jar in a grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;next time, if you want to make more money, pray hard and do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;your business right. oh and, get rid of that tip jar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TBE-OGUwIjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pbJy18id_ok/s1600/tip-jar-color-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TBE-OGUwIjI/AAAAAAAAAkY/pbJy18id_ok/s400/tip-jar-color-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481230633423348274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*from google*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8673806734860132476-5360775468476957676?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/5360775468476957676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=5360775468476957676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/5360775468476957676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/5360775468476957676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2010/06/thats-way-to-do-business.html' title='that&apos;s the way to do business.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gsiyVc7A-Ks/TBE7AsFot6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/o9B2fKarcSY/s72-c/lkhlk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-2867957786992193850</id><published>2010-06-05T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T02:04:37.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story to tell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i got an idea about what should i write here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;since i've been few places halfway across &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the globe last few months, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i've decided that i should write on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; it "might" be interesting to write and read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and its a lot too. lots of things happened, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;both expected and unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i will start writing it when i feel like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i gotta feeling it will be very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;TTFN (tata for now)  (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;loves, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me.&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/8673806734860132476-2867957786992193850?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2867957786992193850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=2867957786992193850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2867957786992193850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2867957786992193850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2010/06/story-to-tell.html' title='story to tell.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-454406039652729924</id><published>2010-01-03T05:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:40:29.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here i go again.</title><content type='html'>blogging again. still, i dont know what to write. i remembered those days where i was so excited to write things happened to me or things i wanted to do, although when i read it now, it seems sooo silly. but that was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i dont really like my old blog but i love me being so &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enthusiast&lt;/span&gt;  to write. em, and i still wonder where the feeling go. i was 18 when i was writing those posts. well, not too long ago, i guess. i think blog is a place to write without knowing what to write. your writing is not something important nor something that the world should know. it may contains nothing but pointless sentences but it is something personal.  and actually i found something interesting when i reread all the posts in my previous blog. i feel like i can see and judge myself from there, although sometimes i feel like it wasnt me whom writing those posts. but it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; me. no, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i want to write when i dont have confidence in my own writings? well, maybe it is because i love to read other people's blog, and i dont care how silly it was. because that makes they are them, right? so, i sort of realize that i should write. not for others to read but for me. it is not like i wont let people to read it but i do not recommend it because you may not gain anything from it. well, that what i thought for now. maybe it will change for some reasons, eventually. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for whoever that read my blog and put some comments like "keep on writing" or "good job", to be perfectly frank, i was shocked, in a good way. i dont know if you guys being honest or just messing  with me but whatever the reason is, i just want to say thanks for saying that because it usually makes me smile for a least 3 seconds. :P &lt;---- that smiley face is pure fake. i dont smile with the tongue poke out like that.  hah! anyways, this blog is a blog for me to judge &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; in few years time. i want to be able to think that i was a complete moron to write all the entries that will be suffocated this blog soon, hopefully. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8673806734860132476-454406039652729924?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/454406039652729924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=454406039652729924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/454406039652729924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/454406039652729924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-i-go-again.html' title='here i go again.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-2721005072779162524</id><published>2009-08-25T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:36:52.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first real post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel reallly weird writing this post because i know no one gonna read it. its like you're talking to yourself but whatever! ahah. hey, new blog. wooww. *ackward*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, i dont know how to start with this new blog. what should i write? emm, let see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe i will come out with something eventually. yeah maybe.&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/8673806734860132476-2721005072779162524?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/2721005072779162524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=2721005072779162524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2721005072779162524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/2721005072779162524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-real-post.html' title='first real post.'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-1458504608609847695</id><published>2009-07-13T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:30:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't mess with the customer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;a TRUE story. have fun reading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a true story My daughter and I had just finished a muffin at Famous Amos Café in Bangsar &amp;amp; decided to have some cookies. Because both of us are such a cookie lovers, we decided to try the "Hawaiian Nut Cookie". It was so excellent that I asked if they would give me the recipe and the waitress said with a small frown "I'm afraid cannot". Well I said, "Would you let me buy the recipe?" With a cute smile, she said "YES". I asked how much and she responded, "only two fifty, it's a great deal!" I said with approval, "Just add it to my bill" Thirty days later, I received my VISA statement from Famous Amos and it was RM285.00. I looked again and remembered I had only spent RM9.95 for two muffins and about RM20.00 for a pie. As I glanced at the bottom of the statement, it said, "cookie recipe - RM250.00". That's outrages!!! I called the Famous Amos's Accounting Dept. and told them that the waitress said it was "two-fifty", which clearly does not mean "two hundred and fifty dollars" by any POSSIBLE interpretation of the phrase. Famous Amos refused to budge.. They would not refund my money, because according to them, "What the waitress told you is not our problem. You have already seen the recipe - we absolutely will not refund your money at this point." I explain to her the criminal statues which govern fraud in Malaysia. I threatened to refer them to police for engaging in fraud. I was basically told, "Do what you want, we don't care, and we're not refunding your money." I waited for a moment, thinking of how I could get even, or even try to get any of my money back. I just said, "Okay, you people got my RM2-50.00, and now I'm going to have a RM250.00 worth of fun." I told her that I was going to see to it that every cookie lover in Malaysia with an email account has a RM250.00 cookie recipe from Famous Amos...for free... She replied, "I wish you wouldn't do this" I said, "Well you should have thought of that before you stole from me", and slammed down the phone on her. So, here it is!!! Please, please please pass it on to everyone you can possibly think of. I paid RM250.00 dollars for this...I don't want Famous Amos to ever get another cent off of this recipe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Recipe may be halved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 cups butter 4 cups flour 2 tsp. baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 cups granulated sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 cups brown sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5 cups blended oatmeal (measure oatmeal &amp;amp; blend in blender to a fine powder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24 oz. chocolate chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 tsp. salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18 oz. Cadbury bar (grated)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 tsp. baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 cups chopped nuts (your choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2 tsp. vanilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cream the butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla; mix together with flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder, and soda. Add chocolate chips, Cadbury bar and nuts. Roll into balls and place two inches apart on a cookie sheet.. bake for 10 minutes at 375 degrees. Makes 122 cookies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;no no, this is not a chain mail. you will not get any bad news  (or die or get dumped and whatsoever) in ten days if you dont foward it to others, trust me. i just want to share the story and most importantly, the rm250 worth recipe. ((: happy baking! teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-1458504608609847695?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/1458504608609847695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=1458504608609847695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/1458504608609847695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/1458504608609847695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-mess-with-customer.html' title='don&apos;t mess with the customer...'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-4057411400395211073</id><published>2009-05-20T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:23:27.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When You're Abducted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I post this because i think its a must! it might take your few precious minutes to read this but just think, by &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;wasting&lt;/span&gt; you minutes reading it, it may save your precious life or love ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because lots of abduction cases recently happened in broad daylight, refresh yourself of  things to do in an emergency situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 . Tip from Tae Kwon Do : The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM . Toss it away from you.... chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you, but everybody else will. This has saved lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.) DON'T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR, LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If someone is in the car with a gun to your head DO NOT DRIVE OFF, repeat: DO NOT DRIVE OFF! Instead start the engine and speed into anything, wrecking the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Air Bag will save you. If the person is in the back seat they will get the worst of it. As soon as the car crashes get out and run. It is better than having them find your body in a remote location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 . A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A.) Be aware: look around you, look into your car, at the passenger side floor , and in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B.) If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door . Some serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C.) Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back and get someone - guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot. This is especially true at NIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathy of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Another Safety Point:&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me that her friend heard a crying baby on her porch the night before last, and she called the police because it was late and she thought it was weird. The police told her 'Whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' The lady then said that it sounded like the baby had crawled near a window, and she was worried that it would crawl to the street and get run over. The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way, whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.' He told her that they think a serial killer has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax women out of their homes thinking that someone dropped off a baby He said they have not verified it, but have had several calls by women saying that they hear baby's cries outside their doors when they're home alone at night. Please pass this on and DO NOT open the door for a crying baby ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8673806734860132476-4057411400395211073?l=mairahumaira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/feeds/4057411400395211073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8673806734860132476&amp;postID=4057411400395211073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/4057411400395211073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8673806734860132476/posts/default/4057411400395211073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairahumaira.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-do-when-youre-abducted.html' title='What To Do When You&apos;re Abducted'/><author><name>Maira Humaira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17129892009028366514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FWoAdflAIM0/Tbhv1t8U-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/j5J0sCB0kQo/s220/qwqwq.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8673806734860132476.post-3282747197943445519</id><published>2008-08-19T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:18:13.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian The Lion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adYbFQFXG0U&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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