<?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-7422824530193761092</id><updated>2011-09-26T07:37:39.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life according to gerberra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1832858382971916994</id><published>2010-10-23T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:19:33.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note...</title><content type='html'>It is time we talk to each other, On the growing feeling that tortures, On the passionate longing, On the love that has not been revealed, For too long we stayed, Drowning in everlasting restlessness, Filling the dreams of our night, Oh my dear, release it, Your feelings, your longings, all your love, And now there's only me and you, A moment in eternity, If we could stop the time, And all the dreams would come true, Breaking all the boundaries, Between you and me, Us.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1832858382971916994?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1832858382971916994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1832858382971916994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1832858382971916994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1832858382971916994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/10/note.html' title='A note...'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-2746064035649115766</id><published>2010-10-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:20:55.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Setelah sekian lama menyepi.....</title><content type='html'>Hi, its about time to update my blog, finally kan... been back to Malaysia now and was supposed to resume back with my previous comp last 1st Oct, tp postponed sbb due to unexpected incident happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had corneal ulcer due to my extended wear of my contact lense, sblm2 ni ramai org cerita how bad contact lense can harm u, but i guess my normal practise of handlin it is just pretty enuf since nothing bad happened to me. On my first day had eye irritation i tot it was just a normal conjunctivitis, I seeked a help from my father to get me just a normal eye drop, the following day my left aye became swollen, wht was really different compared to normal conjunctivitis, this time around i was really sensitive to sunlight...wht medical terms call it "photo phobic". Since i never know any indication with regards to corneal ulcer, on my 3rd day i still rest at home. On the 4th day, as I woke up in the morning, my left eye worsen, while washing my face and examine the left eye, i noticed a white formation inside it,I became so nervous...i can sense that it was really beyond ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father went out for his own errand kutip duit sewa rumah and so on,i called my brother to fetch me to any nearest clinic. So shocked when the doctor wrote a letter to refer me to Hospital Pakar Perdana as according to him it shud be treated by specialist, then we head up to Hospital Pakar Perdana, the specialist there refered me again to HUSM or Hospital Raja Perempuan Zainab 2.There was no way for me to be admitted in Pakar Perdana since they x have any eye specialist in house, semua yg dtg as part timer je, while i needed a close monitor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it goes, I ended up kat HRPZ2 la for a week, been discharged exactly before raya, back home for raya then on my 2nd follow up treatment, I was admitted again. Thts how i spent my raya this year. Sad?? tell me about it, malam before keluar sebelum raa tu rasa am the only patient there. Am start to gather all the piece and pieces, no wonder la baju raya  aku x siap.... Lucky that am finally home, kalau this happening while am abroad susah jgk...and few more including signing up for hospitalization insurance a few days b4 the incidents happened,walaupon sblm i never give a damn to any call with regrds to tht. Ade pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~to be cont&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-2746064035649115766?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/2746064035649115766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=2746064035649115766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2746064035649115766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2746064035649115766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/10/setelah-sekian-lama-menyepi.html' title='Setelah sekian lama menyepi.....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-3065539283574375362</id><published>2010-07-04T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:30:00.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEL LOW</title><content type='html'>Nearly 5.30 pm just now, Mr Raed came to me..."Roze, can i have a minute?"&lt;br /&gt;I followed him to his place, I have to sign on the copy of the letter to acknowledge the receipt. He told me...I feel bad Roze, i just don't feel good,but things like this happen. I was just looked at him, i craved a smile on my face and strongly says it going to be fine. After made myself understand the content of that letter, I signed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my copy, fold it in the envelope, I took my bag and leave the office.&lt;br /&gt;My service is waiting for me downstairs. I burst into tears... I feel so low..&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life been treated this way,it really really hurts my dignity,I wish am next to anyone that can lend me a shoulder for me to cry.I continued crying... after awhile, i found a gut to call a friend, tried so much to sound better, but at some point i failed, i know part of it I choose it to be this way, I can choose not to be where i am right now, but I dunno how long i can last with tht,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as so far, i never regret with wht i have decided, but I regret it happened this way.&lt;br /&gt;I know this happen for reason, I will try to discover the reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-3065539283574375362?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/3065539283574375362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=3065539283574375362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3065539283574375362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3065539283574375362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/07/feel-low.html' title='FEEL LOW'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-5854472217148709209</id><published>2010-06-17T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:28:03.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bola oh Bola...</title><content type='html'>skrg kan musim bola... I never give a damn bout it pon,&lt;br /&gt;tp at least I know la world cup tu every 4 years, (tu pon sbb David bg soalan maut tu when i was working kat SMHB dulu..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smlm masa lunch kat ofis... I normally have my lunch dpn PC je (keji tak?), malas nak g pantry...sbb automatically it will be divided into 3 groups..2 meja di sebelah utara adalah suku kaum India, 2 meja lagi suku kaum Pinoy....ade la meja mcm side bar tu mat2 or minah2 saleh (normally diorang ni lunch awal, so ade la 3-4 ketul je)&lt;br /&gt;So i will be torned between kalau masuk pantry.. Join Pinoy sah2 la tak paham diorang ckp...kdg2 diorang pon rasa bersalah so ade yg bersimpati tlg translate kan apa topik diorang ari tu, which i x really care much pon.. Gang India tu semua jantan plak... so I'd rather dok kat my workstation je ...blh chat dgn whoever available online heheh...ok back to point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since skrg ni sgt la panas, ramai gak yg choose just to order food to be delivered to office and enjoy it indoor. So happen to 2 ketul engineer yang neighbouring to me. Jorge and Ehthesham.. seko dr Hydrabad (India la jgk) and seko lg Columbian ( i hear he's holding US passport). Being in the industry tht nominated by men ni, i rarely join diorang sembang apa lg skrg sure dok ckp pasal bola. Smlm Ehthesham tu asked me..do u watch football??. I  was like No..big No&lt;br /&gt;U have any favourite team?? i was like (eh dah tak tgk tu sure la x de) No...&lt;br /&gt;dia tnay lg..if u hv to choose one...which team will tht be?....nak jgk kan???&lt;br /&gt;ish...rasa mcm nak jwb Team Kelantan boleh?? nnt dia x paham plak&lt;br /&gt;So i said...France may be, because their jersey look nice to me ....&lt;br /&gt;pastu diorang senyum2...Jorge tu ckp...u r still a woman hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ...tell u what...if u wanna talk about footbal just go ahead. I x mind being left out about football coz i don't really into it OCCAY??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-5854472217148709209?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/5854472217148709209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=5854472217148709209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5854472217148709209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5854472217148709209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/06/bola-oh-bola.html' title='Bola oh Bola...'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-4953575100746273081</id><published>2010-06-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:27:08.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I only can pray....I hope it's answered,</title><content type='html'>when israeli commandos (laknatullah) raided a Gaza aid flotilla yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;I only can pray..&lt;br /&gt;for the list that I found somewhere..they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noorazman Mohd Samsuddin, chief of Malaysian delegation (UIA lecturer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Mohd Arba Ai Shawal (medical doctor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Syed Muhamad Haleem Syed Hassan (medical doctor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Selamat Aliman, businessman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaluddin Elias (Klang councillor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Hilmi Husain Suhaimi (religious teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Nizam Mohamad Awang (engineer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abd Halim Mohd Redzuan (executive with Syabas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ustaz Hasanuddin Aqsi Assarip (full time NGO personnel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashwad Ismail (journalist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shamsul Kamal Latip (Astro Awani cameraman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all an inch away from death, they are so BRAVE,they are our great WARRIOR,they knew this gonna happen, they knew the risk they are facing, they are hoping for our prayers.....Oh Allah saves them from demolition....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-4953575100746273081?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/4953575100746273081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=4953575100746273081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4953575100746273081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4953575100746273081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-only-can-prayi-hope-its-answered.html' title='I only can pray....I hope it&apos;s answered,'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-9129969322166588371</id><published>2010-05-28T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T13:53:58.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer oh summer....</title><content type='html'>We ar e experiencing summer here in Doha. Correct me if am wrong but I think this time around summer start quite early. My front side of office facade is glass panel, where I have been positioned next to one of the window pane. During winter and spring I really enjoyed my workstation, enjoying the traffic movements whenever bored with work. But whenever approaching summer….god…I can feel the heat of the bright sun through that window pane. On top of that, few days ago the ventilator of AC was not working.&lt;br /&gt;Peak of my anger was last few days when AC in my room was not cooling at all. I’ve been complaining this to management office so many time, they always assure me that they will send their people and will contact me back. Up to one point which I really can’t bear the situation…towards the end of the episode I even have to drag my pillow and spent my night on the sofa in my living room. I was trying to explain the fact that it was just cool only may be 20 min after u switched it on the rest was just blowing the air from outside. These stupid bunches didn’t really understand English thus it was not delivered. Thousands (campur ngan tipu gak ni) of calls has been made to report, but none of action taken until I decided to drag my agent (guy who helped us to find that apartment) in to the picture. To cut short, after few quarrels and shouting’s…I finally got this problem fixed…huh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-9129969322166588371?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/9129969322166588371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=9129969322166588371' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/9129969322166588371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/9129969322166588371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-oh-summer.html' title='Summer oh summer....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-6916116169418415155</id><published>2010-05-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T00:43:10.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I wish..</title><content type='html'>Uhuk....it's saturday again..&lt;br /&gt;Even today I can start feeling lazy for tomm....&lt;br /&gt;How I wish tht friday is forever....&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that every time I wake up in the morning, friday breeze will come and wish me Good Morning...&lt;br /&gt;argghh so scared of tommorow...&lt;br /&gt;caused...I might get a letter...which I have no idea whether its gonna be +ve or the other way around...&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck...am scared!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-6916116169418415155?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/6916116169418415155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=6916116169418415155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6916116169418415155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6916116169418415155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-i-wish.html' title='How I wish..'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-9084565253272951325</id><published>2010-05-04T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:51:44.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Level Of Confidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/S-B83uHpcEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Q68AxhI0OM/s1600/confidence.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467507244342538306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/S-B83uHpcEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Q68AxhI0OM/s320/confidence.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about level of confidence ni, I have so many to things to put here. Firstly nak cerita pasal keje. For those yang tak tau, I’ve been laid off dr Hyder last Nov 09. Without questioning much on that, I move on.. Nak nangis and pikir why and what and so on panjang2 pon x guna.&lt;br /&gt;Cari keje baru, venture here and there,u name it la I tried all the possibilities. Kata orang kalau rezeki tak kemana. Apart from dapat 3 offers in Doha, I ade satu arrangement kat Malaysia jugak. Setelah di timbang tara semua and memandangkan am still here, so I decided to stay. My new employer is one of leading engineering consultant gak la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a very nice boss. Kind hearted and good to work with. My boss ni dia pnh cite dia mmg start dr bwh. He was a design engineer la jugak dulu. In engineering world, for you to reach top level I admit that mmg susah. Unless u started with project planning or management from the day one u practice. Sbb once u dah master in technical the management part will be the skill tht u’ll be lacking of. But a good one will have a balance between these . Eh ok back to my story. As usual, I have to serve 3 months probation period,that was supposed to end last April 12. I was called by HR, they gave me a letter ckp they have decided to extend my probation period. Panic? Worry? Whom am I kidding if I say am not. Sure la. Am not claiming myself as engineer yg perform sgt well, but prior to this I never gone tru this kind of treatment.Confirm awal pernah la merasa. I sat down at my work station, take some time to ponder the point. Yeah I went back to Malaysia on emergency basis sbb my mom was not well, thus I was not able to finish my model on the estimated time and bla..bla... bla. Yeah I was anticipted this somehow, it just hard to digest in. I was torn between..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To ease my doubt, I decided to see my boss. I started with, “Mr Raed, I x really mind this extension but I hope u can shed me some light on what is my possible weakness, so that I can improve myself to help u” ...Katanya,” Roz, this is no t ur fault, arrived here at our very peak time, so I was not able to pull one specific task to measure ur achievement..It's my fault"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days gak la I felt so miserable. I dunno whether he’s telling me the truth or just to make me feel good. Some of my friends advised me, assuring me that just hold on to my faith. They said as far as their concerned am good. Few days later, laid down on my bed, smbil dok tenung2 syiling, I was thinking…..where was my fault? (degil kan?? Even he said it wasn’t my fault- according to my fren I ni ahli fikir-over analytical mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dig and dig…I was brought to this terminal. Lantak la if they think am not performing enough, I know what am doing, and I know what I want, even tho it is very hard for me to get it. Am not a person with sour grape attitude and I really hate tht. For me if someone or something is good, it is still good even tho I was not able get it..&lt;br /&gt;Cakap pasal keje, am quite confident with my ability. I will defend my decision to a very last drop, may be that over analytical thinking that I have tu la that shaped me up this way. I know why am I doing... and I know what am I doing. So why do I have to worry much, if this comp thinks am just not fit in their organization, I have thousands out there. Because if one thing good for others in does not necessarily mean good for u. So with that, I rest my case. It wiped out the cloud in my mind..Worry byk2 pon, it doesn’t bring me anywhere. My fren said I’ve been tru a lot and am still surviving; in fact this is much easier than before. So she was true, hold on to ur faith, that will make u feel worthy and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very isolated case, there was one fine day I went out for dinner with a fren. Talk and talk…bla..bla…bla.. I told my fren, u know wht? When I was in UM last time during my early years in engineering faculty, I minat sorang mamat ni. He was a BWP kat…. Suddenly I was stopped by my fren’s statement. Eh u know wht, I selalu dgr cerita u mesti…”dulu kan I ade minat dia ni..” or “ade sorang mamat ni masa kat sekolah dulu I minat kat dia “ She said u r such a different from one of her friend sorang ni….yg statement dia ..“Dia tu dulu minat kat I”….or “I know dia tu suka I”…Namun according to my friend, tak pernah dgr dr mulut org tu even once admit…"I penah suka kat dia dulu"...or sewaktu dgn nya. She also told me that ..I pulak tak pnh dgr dr u kata yang “dulu dia penah suka kat aku” …or thing similar to it.....Itu la... confident ni came in so many ways. But seriously, I have never been so confident up to the level that I can tell somebody else org suka kat I until I dgr sendiri dr mulut org tu. Walau ada org pernah admit sekali pon, for me to talk back about that kat org lain with that statement mmg sgt susah, I have no gut to put that in words. Mungkin this kind of confidence came along with how they look la kot, as for me, kalau tak lawa or kacak , susah la nak kuar statement yg mcm tu. Mungkin sbb x I tak lawa la I x de tht kind of confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I never bother kalau org tak respect I because of the way I look. Its not that I never thanked to god,.... I do. In my life, I never do anything to impress anyone with the way I look... I'd rather ppl respect me because of what I have in between my shoulders. I do not need branded staff to make myself confident. If I want, it was because I wanted it...kalau mahal and I think I can afford it, I will buy, but if it is not...then leave it. Namun kalau nak ikat2 perut just for the sake of having that...no...that's not me. Kalau murah pon, if I like, I will buy.... Why do I need branded stuff to make me shine out? I have that inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having faith in life will actually drive you where u are heading to, you have brains in your head.&lt;br /&gt;you have feet in your shoes. you can steer yourself in any direction you choose. From all these, I learnt that.......never rely on someone or something else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-9084565253272951325?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/9084565253272951325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=9084565253272951325' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/9084565253272951325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/9084565253272951325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/05/level-of-confidence.html' title='Level Of Confidence'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/S-B83uHpcEI/AAAAAAAAAKI/5Q68AxhI0OM/s72-c/confidence.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-2318825128776247292</id><published>2010-04-28T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:00:03.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome back!</title><content type='html'>Hehehe am glad that i'm included in your list!!  Really miss to read wht u write. I welcome back my fren again to blogging area. Eventho I may not update this as frequent as u are, but here we go again!! WELCOME BACK ERY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-2318825128776247292?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/2318825128776247292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=2318825128776247292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2318825128776247292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2318825128776247292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-back.html' title='welcome back!'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1270066370962097199</id><published>2010-04-16T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T14:08:30.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The news today</title><content type='html'>With the news that I received today......&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460844650708488482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/S8jRRusSUSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OgkFrkmw0f4/s320/5764.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1270066370962097199?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1270066370962097199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1270066370962097199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1270066370962097199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1270066370962097199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/04/news-today.html' title='The news today'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/S8jRRusSUSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OgkFrkmw0f4/s72-c/5764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-4711521365069116854</id><published>2010-04-09T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:25:33.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pah and Ery</title><content type='html'>I have just visited blog Pah tadi, reading her blog made me feel like really talking to her. Rasa rindu kat Pah and Ery that dragged me feel like publishing an entry pasal these bunch of frens. We belonged together in one group while we were in Asasi Sains kat UM dulu. Pah and I was in E3 and Ery was in E1. Tp whenever the big group combined for lab session, we will be in one lab. Most of the time Pah will be my lab partner as our name R and S are next to each other. Bertuah u Pah hahaha.. Especially lab Bio and Chemistry. While I was in my first year of asasi, I adored one of Ery's classmate, there was a time kena bedah tikus... I was sharing tikus with Pah...while Ery dgn mamat yang I suka tu. Ery never touch her tikus as she is sooooo geli of that creature, leaving that mamat tu kena bedah sorang while Ery helped him out  with organ labbeling. Ocassionally, Ery will come and update me bout him ...ahhahaha..&lt;br /&gt;I can still remeber Pah was telling Ery that..Eh kau ni dia bersin pon nak dtg report ke? Hehehhe...so detail huh!! Kalau nak tau Pah, Ery tu pnh bercita2 nak jadi investigator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun been shared together esp while we were having semester break before entering the second year of Asasi. We worked together as a casual worker kat one of market research company. Pah and I took turn to drive to work weekly basis and we were staying in Subang at that time. I can still recall&lt;br /&gt;  *how Ery was so scared of Pah's hamsters when we went to Pah's house, the only thing she did was kept herself quiet on Pah's bed, she didn't even wanna step down....hahaha and u know Pah, she never change untill now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *the fun of eagerness nak jadi 1 of 1st 100 customer masa IKEA tgh buat their annivesarry kat One Utama, remeber the frame that we've got? I guess I still have it at my sister's attic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Pah has a younger brother name Syed and Ery has one also of the same age as Syed, I have no younger brother but somehow has a nephew of the same batch, we were comparing the results as PMR results were announced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *During that semester break, I had my mother visited us in Subang, so one of those day balik keje, I had to fetched my mother from her fren's house kat SS14 name Auntie Lylone. U guys both were so polite while the coffee was served, but every each of the were aiming for one thick keropok served in a plate together with coffee. As we helped Auntie Lylone to bring back the cups and plate to the kitchen, Ery and Pah cpt2 rebut that keropok left in the plate...i was so puzzled... hahahah ingt tak korang??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * That time we always fooled James (our colleaugue) around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * We even fooled our boss around by just filled up the questionaires ourselves instead of           conduct the real interview for some products&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *Sometime we were offered by Pah's Walid to have  some breakfast in Pah's place while fetching to work. Her walid told us that his mom's milk tea is the best in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *The fun of enjoying the duit gaji yang x seberapa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *We were addicted to iced milo from McD across the road of our office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  *the troucblesome when Pah's car exploded due to lacking of water in tank on our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots more! As for now Ery, Pah and I were just being connected by internet, sometime in YM and sometime in FB. I didn't even have a chance to attend Pah's big day last year. But from this distance I somehow still connected to them. I may have seen Ery more than I have seen Pah. Couldn't really remember when was the last time I saw Pah, but I was still being updated about her, even tho not too detail but at least I know where u guys are heading too. I really appreciatte the moment we spent as fren in UM. That was so sweet for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-4711521365069116854?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/4711521365069116854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=4711521365069116854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4711521365069116854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4711521365069116854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/04/pah-and-ery.html' title='Pah and Ery'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-7616573324190973374</id><published>2010-04-08T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:32:32.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haih!!!</title><content type='html'>Lama gila x blogging, everytime i wish to write will always be a welcome note! I hope not again this time. U guys know wht innitiatted me to write this time? Sebab BENGANG!... bengang sgt over something which for some ppl its just a small matter but not for me. How do I start? Susah la.... I don't feel like talking to anybody... sbb takut tempias kat diorang skali.  Haih!! tell u the truth...u wouldn't wanna see me in this kind of mood. I emailed to a good friend just now...just to channel out from the system...and just to hear wht she has to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;She said let it be... stay where you are, and don't bring urself down to that level. Yeah so true!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough tht today is Thursday, I need mybeauty sleep on friday morning without rushing myself to work. Thanks for listening!! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-7616573324190973374?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/7616573324190973374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=7616573324190973374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/7616573324190973374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/7616573324190973374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/04/haih.html' title='Haih!!!'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1000668350928179646</id><published>2010-02-03T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:53:25.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>am back again...</title><content type='html'>Hi....&lt;br /&gt;Its been ages since my last post. Events, occasions, u name it all have been taken place during that gap. Dunno where should I start with. What makes me blogging again this time? Well some friends asked me to... They missed me I guess... ;P.. Am not actually prepared of wht to write but just drop a few lines to make my frens realise that am still alive! Yeah indeed I am....&lt;br /&gt;Let me come back to u whenever time allows me to do so ok?&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1000668350928179646?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1000668350928179646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1000668350928179646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1000668350928179646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1000668350928179646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2010/02/am-back-again.html' title='am back again...'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-6586672939354681658</id><published>2009-07-13T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:17:24.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION</title><content type='html'>5 more days to go I will be off for my vacation. Lately fikiran sgt la kusut sbb ...apart from involved dengan new project kat ofis, plus sometime kena dtg keje weekend, and email yang mengatakan ade some of us kena potong gaji....I haven't really physically and mentally prepared for this trip. I WILL BE GOING TO LONDON &amp;amp; PARIS...call me jakun...this is my 1st time kat Europe. Actually i always dreamt of nak tour few places at once, tp sbb this time around i will be having my vacation with my sister and niece, so mcm sedikit tak sesuai... Not to say that they r not fit enough...they are... cuma may be this is my 1st time there, I need them and we actually need each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti lain kali boleh g lagi kan?? kan?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357880947712409986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SlsEVa07QYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zUPhjFbRkCg/s320/london.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Based on innitial plan, my nephew Rizal will be following us as well, disebabkan he just changed his job, so tak leh la nak apply cuti lama2. I've got a big impact jugak when i was told Rizal will not be able to go...sbb normally having man around rasa strong skit. I hope everything shud be fine then. By the way God has sent us another man to temankan kitorang sekejap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am looking forward for this trip, walaupon byk benda tak prepare and tak sempat study betul2.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as balik je dr London nnt, my countdown to balik raya will decrease to less than two months.......Sukeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will stop here for now, till then!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-6586672939354681658?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/6586672939354681658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=6586672939354681658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6586672939354681658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6586672939354681658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='VACATION'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SlsEVa07QYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zUPhjFbRkCg/s72-c/london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-2405611502439401419</id><published>2009-07-05T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:35:53.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa kecik-kecik dulu..</title><content type='html'>Rasa rindu...sangat masa kecik-kecik dulu, miss my companion...as I ade satu sister yang hampir sebaya with me. I miss my primary school,the freinds...miss foods that we used to have and almost everything la,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can still remeber, dulu2 sebab I dgn my sister sorang ni hampir2 sebaya, my mother used to dress us both just the same, and selalu kalau orang tanya my mother about us kembar ke tak?? My mother iye kan aje...I sendiri pon naik confuse masa tu...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dulu-dulu kalau masa weekend, my brother akan take charge g beli food for breakfast, sbb pasar pon tak jauh from our house, bila my brother tnya pasal apa yang kitorang nak...for sure I ngan my sister order roti gajah...so sweet...dulu ade satu roti (which is rasa dia mcm pau tapi x de inti) berbentuk gajah...ingt lagi dia warna pink..sukeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The bedtime story dgn Tok, kalau nak tdo je mesti mintak dia cite, walaupun sometime dia dok ulang cite yang sama 5-6 kali. This situation last for so long. Kadang2 I balik cuti from boarding school pon dia kena gak bercerita before i tido, tp Tok tau her level of communication as i grew up, bila i dah kat secondary tu there's no more cite2 Pak Pandir and so, dia akan cite pasal adik beradik dia...lesson that i shud have learnt in life...best values and so....I miss Tok...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;everytime travel, be it long or short distance, kitorang slalu gaduh dalam kereta sbb masing2 nak tdo dengan spaciousnya mcm kat rumah, so my mother patiently advised us on how to arrange ourselves so that masing2 fair, other than that, kalau sampai umah dah malam mesti buat2 tdo.. sbb nnt my father will carry us to the bed...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my father was a teacher, bila dia balik sekolah je kitorang mesti dapat something from him. kadang2 books, picture dictionary, colour pencils, and so on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my mother used to kiss us on our forehead before dia tdo, at first  i tak noticed, untill one day, waktu tu dah lewat we were still awake sambil tgk tv, bila dgr je kereta my father balik, I dgn my sister lintang pukang lari buat2 tdo kat bilik, sbb takut kena marah tdo lambat, pastu she came into our room and kissed us kat dahi....ever since then i perasan dia slalu buat mcm tu.....i miss tht .... :-(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bila dah masuk primary school...being a kid...sangat susah nak makan pagi....am being too picky...ade saje alasan if my mother prepared sandwich, i tak akan makan sebab ade bawang....same with cekodok... the only favourite was roti yang ade cream kat dalam tu. pastu my mother nagging la....i still remember her words "takde org mati lagi makan bawang" hhehehe kelakar plak.. wonder gak how come i grow so big now, padahal dulu picky ni!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The momet i always waited for was...masa Univ cuti, this time my brother akan balik dr UTM, and normally never empty handed....pastu this brother of mine suka bawak kitorang jalan2... the gap became wider bila dia dah further study kat US, and even more after he got married...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;ish byk lagi la kalau nak list kat sini x tdo la i malam ni....but if only i could turn back the time....i wish I can repeat my childhood time...takde dah nak pikir pasal condept design submission...schematic design submission...macam skrg2 ni....best kan???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-2405611502439401419?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/2405611502439401419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=2405611502439401419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2405611502439401419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2405611502439401419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/07/masa-kecik-kecik-dulu.html' title='Masa kecik-kecik dulu..'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-8339057683112466995</id><published>2009-07-05T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:00:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE THIS SUNDAY....</title><content type='html'>Hi….it’s Sunday again..&lt;br /&gt;Strange tho…for a change, I like this Sunday…because…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I finished my task last Friday, so that my boss went to meet the client happily this morning without bugging me. It is good to have right people at the right place, so that work is properly planned and everything seems so managable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 2 CADS person seconded from Manila arrived here today. They r both good and helpful, they know what r they supposed to do with very minimal explanations, it lessen my burden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I’ve got my clothes for work sent for pressed last weekend, and it was nicely pressed. This will ease me every morning and I can wake up a little bit late as compared to before. Anna was the one who offered me the service since she needs some side income. I remember one ancient Chinese proverbs which means “it’s better to teach someone to fish rather than giving them the fishes”… no doubt I can do this chore but it is just a way of helping her ,plus she has done it nicely…so why not?? Thanks Anna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I had my room cleaned last Saturday after few weeks being left unattended. I hope I can maintain that…hehehe what a lazy me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I’m getting closer to my trip!! Even though I haven’t fully prepared in term of packing and so…but am just too happy, because I just need a break!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tht’s about it….I LOVE THIS SUNDAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-8339057683112466995?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/8339057683112466995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=8339057683112466995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8339057683112466995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8339057683112466995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-this-sunday.html' title='I LOVE THIS SUNDAY....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-3489944670074564599</id><published>2009-06-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:57:06.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm....go figure!</title><content type='html'>I always put off the task nak update my blog, mlm ni terpanggil plak nak update despite I have nothing in mind nak cite pasal apa. For not knowing the reason why...mlm ni I feel sooo sad &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried to analyse bila and kenapa...tp I just can't figure it out la..&lt;br /&gt;Masa kat ofis td, I felt so bad and stupid... Been working on layout yg tak latest for few days, tup tup... khamis lps baru la Asst PM aku ckp..."Sorry Rosey...I passed u the wrong layout.." Adooiiii U know how much time I've been spending on these???!!! Gaduh pon x guna la kan?? Cause apa2 pon still aku jugak yang kena buat, I didnt blame him either....(tp yg pasti bukan benda tu yg buat aku sedih). I'm back to use MX, thuis time around i have to take lead, dulu masa dgn UK team, we have a very proper plan.... Skrg ni nampaknya i'm the one la yg kena set kan itu ini.... Rearrange semua input2 files so that it wont be so lengthy mcm yg ade skrg ni...slowly la..wht to do??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the past 3 weeks, our weekend xtvt ialah makan dan makan dan makannnn je..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Initially it was at our place...upon Rizal's request sbb dia baru balik dr Nairobi and sempena menyambut our newly wed couple Syafie and Hani. Tht day kitorang masak nasik lemak and kueh2 tradisional (ewaahh...hebat bunyinya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;disebabkan makan2 tu utk breakfast, I ngan Zaireen pon tak banyak masa sgt,so we started bit by bit la... Buat mana2 yang patut dulu, started with karipap sardin as early as teusday kalau tak silap as well as rendang daging. The next day marinate ayam pastu the rest was on &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thursday and Friday morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sedap x sedap terpaksa la diorang makan gak hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352463645695027154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SkfFU8LYJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pZ2-TlnBk68/s320/4732_87824333540_597463540_1948352_1987576_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ni la gambar masa makan2 kat umah kitorang ari tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the following week plak,makan2 kat rumah Syafie and Hani. Apart from us yang bujang2 they also invited jugak yang lain. Tp acara kemuncak dia tetap la kitorang yang sama jugak. The party started around 4pm and last us sampai lps maghrib jgk la. Thanks Hani and Syafie for the nice food and a very welcome invitation. We had a very nice time there!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352469144431310114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SkfKVAkRNSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ifKKBpaNVtM/s320/5063_105999127007_548947007_2741954_7644621_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kat rumah Syafie and Hani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then the next host for our makan2 was Shamsul at his very cosy apartment kat West Bay. He indeed has a very nice apartment. Makan2 kat umah Shamsul was western menu. He called for pizza delivery as a main dish plus every each of us bawak pot luck skit2. We watched few movies there plus satu movie melayu...yeah indeed we longed for cite melayu after long while tak tengok. Overall it was very enjoying. Amik banyak sangat gambar and we also had a very gret time there. Thanks Shamsul for your warm welcome...Look forward to have it again in future hehehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352473480778335250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SkfORat9xBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C11PvV9bjaI/s320/4919_1044481767045_1675650020_84946_7429995_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is one of my fave pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So far tu la xtvt kitorang for the past few weeks, not much other than get together and makan2 sbb skrg ni summer and sun is shinning bright everyday, nak kuar lunch pon berpikir-pikir. Nnt winter boleh la plan something outdoor. The night before we attended pot luck kat rumah Shamsul tu, part of us were invited to one birthday party kat rumah Dilla. She served a very nice nasi tomato and mee rebus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352476687480902674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SkfRMEnb1BI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZQwz8IWdF4c/s320/4845_97993662536_565492536_1639729_1998041_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and lastly we were dragged to one of the wedding kat Doha ni...bukan Qatari, tapi Filipino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was because our friend ade perform kat wedding tu...Si Rafi. Tersangat la bangganya dia dgn persembahan dia tu... Sayang nya gambar dia masa nyanyi satu pon x jadi, sbb katanya hasil kerja tangan saya yang cute dan lincah ni...hahaha I x tau guna camera u la...Sowey!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok la nak tdo dah, esok keje ni... lagi sepuluh minit lg nak pkl 12, si senah dah lama dah tdo....i just don't feel sleepy.... sedih lagi la...Nape ni??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7422824530193761092-3489944670074564599?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/3489944670074564599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=3489944670074564599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3489944670074564599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3489944670074564599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/06/mmmgo-figure.html' title='mmm....go figure!'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SkfFU8LYJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pZ2-TlnBk68/s72-c/4732_87824333540_597463540_1948352_1987576_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-4282404380474043239</id><published>2009-06-10T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:05:12.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N g A n T u K!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/Si9j2Z97ThI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JmcnKBAQeV0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345601069046779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/Si9j2Z97ThI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JmcnKBAQeV0/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Adoi ngantuk gila ni...... Ngantuk betul....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I NEED A BEAUTIFUL SLEEP!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sejak summer ni, sun rise sgt2 awal, pkl 3.15 am dah subuh dah, at least pkl 4.00 am nak kena bangun semayang subuh. Lps tu nak tido balik pon dah segar bugar plak rasa, nak lelap balik tu amik masa skit, bila terlelap dalam 10 - 20 minit je, dah kena bangun balik. Sebab tu la bila sampai ofis je, makan pg terlebih skit (*nota-blm lagi makan nasi lemak atau sewaktu dengannya) dah ngantuk. Di tambah pulak dengan servis (driver) I selalu datang awal... Walaupon keje masuk 7.30am, most of the time sampai mesti 5min before 7.00am. Tadi ni boleh orang dok discuss2 kat meja tepi ni I siap tersengguk! Meremang plak bulu roma, nasib baik x de org perasan, kalau tak sure kena tegur... Malluuuuu &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lama dah tak update blog, tak tau nak cite apa,tp this weekend ade makan2 lagi kat rumah we all. Makan-makan ni atas permintaan kaum Adam dan konon2 menyambut kepulangan pengantin baru (kwn kitorang yg baru kawen), sebab nanti nak introduce wife dia kat kitorang2 ni la. So menu utk this coming friday is nasi lemak dan kueh2 Malaysia yang senang dibuat hehehe, lantak la korang kalau x best pon nasib la kan, so para jemputan nnt, sila pastikan insuran korang semua cover kalau2 mati keracunan ke apa..hehe. Nnt wiken ni I update lagi dgn gambar2 juadah yang bakal membuka slera hahahaha...(ilang ngantuk aku!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-4282404380474043239?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/4282404380474043239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=4282404380474043239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4282404380474043239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4282404380474043239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/06/n-g-n-t-u-k.html' title='N g A n T u K!!'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/Si9j2Z97ThI/AAAAAAAAAIU/JmcnKBAQeV0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-5889176497148543261</id><published>2009-05-22T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:50:02.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30+ WRITTEN BY A MAN, SENT BY A woman!!!!</title><content type='html'>Got this email from my friend....am so like it!!........check this out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all you girls 30 years and over.... and for those who are turning 30, and for those who are scared of moving into their 30's...ANDfor guys who are scared of girls over 30!!!!... This was written by Andy Rooney from CBS 60 Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy Rooney says:&lt;br /&gt;As I grow in age, I value women who are over 30 most of all. Here are   just a few reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask,   "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a woman over 30 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit   around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it'susually something more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is,what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of 30give a damn what you might think about her or what she's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women over 30 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you   at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, ifyou deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her bestfriend because she doesn't trust the guy with other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Women over 30 couldn't care less if you're attracted to her friends because she knowsher friends won't betray her.&lt;br /&gt;Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 30. They Always Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman over 30 looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women.&lt;br /&gt;Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 30 is far sexier than her younger counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off if you are a Jerk if you are acting like one! You don't ever have to wonderwhere you stand with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we praise women over 30 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately,   it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot womanof 30+, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free". Here's an update for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage, why? &lt;strong&gt;Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire Pig, just to get a little sausage! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-5889176497148543261?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/5889176497148543261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=5889176497148543261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5889176497148543261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5889176497148543261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/05/30-written-by-man-sent-by-woman.html' title='30+ WRITTEN BY A MAN, SENT BY A woman!!!!'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1836758192913195148</id><published>2009-05-11T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:01:13.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm.....what eh? Just update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yuhuuuu&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;kind of so fresh this morning, slept quite late, woke up quite early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i need to wash my hair, strange tho.... x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ngantuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;plak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had my dinner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kebaya&lt;/span&gt; last night with Bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt; and a new guy who has just joined in Malaysian Community in Doha. He worked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Abu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dhabi&lt;/span&gt;, then moved to Dublin for two years and finally peek any chance here, as Doha is one of the least affected by the current economical crisis. According to him, he will bring his family here after he settle himself down in Doha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My update?? Since I was called back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lusail&lt;/span&gt; Office, I was not as occupied as I was with UK team before, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Keje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt;, but not as busy as before...I guess because we have enough man power now, as two CAD guys were seconded here from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Eigen&lt;/span&gt; India...&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kerja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;langsung&lt;/span&gt;...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;penat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;berlakon&lt;/span&gt;) as everybody was so busy preparing for the next coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;extermal&lt;/span&gt; audit (especially those who related to documentation and paper works).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Ahaa&lt;/span&gt;...my sister, niece and nephew will be coming over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Doha&lt;/span&gt; next July. As nothing bothering me yesterday, i was figuring out where am i supposed to take them during their stay here, on top of that it will be in summer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ffuuuhhh&lt;/span&gt;.... haven't got any good idea yet. Will ask around for any suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's nothing much new with me, just a normal days passing by. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zaireen&lt;/span&gt; is still in Malaysia, sorting her family matters out. Am sure she must be pretty busy as a lot of things she has to look after before she leave the family back to Doha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1836758192913195148?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1836758192913195148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1836758192913195148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1836758192913195148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1836758192913195148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/05/mmmwhat-eh-just-update.html' title='mmm.....what eh? Just update'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-4596554548401872706</id><published>2009-05-05T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:19:08.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry For A Dearest Friend...</title><content type='html'>I am always at a loss for words.I just don't know how to begin, it seems no such word that is most appropriate to express the feeling and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;I was with her when she got this bad news. I was really shocked when she came in front of me and suddenly cried (out loud). I asked her WHY?, but all she did was still crying... I grabbed the phone and went away from the noise, I saw the screen displayed '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haniz&lt;/span&gt;', I became so panicked, I was really hoping that the news that am gonna hear from the other end will not be as bad as it is beyond anything that I can ever expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;concentrate&lt;/span&gt; myself,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haniz's&lt;/span&gt; voice on the phone seems so unclear to me. After few times asking for her to repeat...i finally hear...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zila&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tlg&lt;/span&gt; arrange flight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;utk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ayin&lt;/span&gt;, Papa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;takde&lt;/span&gt;... I was really in deep shock. Thousands of things flashed into my mind, be it stories about her father few days ago, until the figure of her father capturing the picture of me and her family in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt; on our way back to Doha from our last vacation. God knows how deep does the news cut me...and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;what's&lt;/span&gt; more for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this situation won't allow her to make decision even for herself rationally, I consoled her and suggested that we have to start make a move to the airport. Called everybody related and prepare &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt; to go... Things wasn't as smooth as what we expected, due to Company Registration is currently in the renewal stage, we were having problem applying exit permit online. Various calls and effort that we have put in to make her attend her beloved father funeral, but...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;takdir&lt;/span&gt; Allah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mengatasi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;segalanya&lt;/span&gt;. No choice that we have to wait until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt guilty somehow to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Haniz&lt;/span&gt; for not making this up, but I have no choice that these are all beyond my expectation. How I wish I have a pair of wing to fly so that I can bring her home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Zaireen&lt;/span&gt; I want u to know that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*i know this must be very hard for you to face, but for some reason God created this to be this way, be patient, Hope this will make us stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I know this is a very sad,there is obviously no good time or way for someone whom you care about to leave.That's why when I was with u, I never asked u to stop crying...and stop grieving of the loss, because if I were there in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; situation I might be worst than u were. Just give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;urself&lt;/span&gt; sometime and don't carried away....u have to wake up and be stronger than u were before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Try to accept the fact that Allah loves him more than we do...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Thar's&lt;/span&gt; why he was called to be with Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*When u say that you are not that strong, in my heart was saying that -Sis u are strong enough that u can make it up to here....Who says u r not???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I was so loss of words during that time, I know there's nothing much that I can do or say to make u feel good, but i hope being around with u is the best that I can do to shoulder up your sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* You have been so good, as perfect as a daughter can do. Am pretty sure that he must be very proud to have one like u, so that u can be a good example to the sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*I know u are very strong,believe me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; father would be very glad to see that everything finally be so fine.....That's what he always wanted u to be since u were born into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Haniz&lt;/span&gt;.....(if only u read this)am so sorry for not making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; sis back on time...Thing were just beyond my control...am sorry...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For late En. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Zainal&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;semoga&lt;/span&gt; Allah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mencucuri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;rahmat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;roh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;beliau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ditempatkan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;bersama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sama&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ang&lt;/span&gt; yang beriman...Ameen...Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Fatihah&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-4596554548401872706?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/4596554548401872706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=4596554548401872706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4596554548401872706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4596554548401872706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/05/entry-for-dearest-friend.html' title='Entry For A Dearest Friend...'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1734488362671235742</id><published>2009-04-20T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:44:34.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CINTA LOKASI</title><content type='html'>Kelakar pulak tajuk entry ni, takpe la sbb what I would like to share pon mmg pasal cinta lokasi (fuh!! macam artis plak bunyinya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat suka bercinta di lokasi, sbbnye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I tak carried away, habis je kat lokasi tu lupa kan je&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Buat pemangkin utk g keje or contribute the commitment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Selalunya cinta lokasi ni terjadi tanpa disedari oleh pihak sana, so u can observe him as natural as he can be (takde nak fake2...sayang2!! -eee nyampah plak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)tak involve jiwa raga sangat la - in a way that terima dia seadanya - kalau dah kawen ke, x kawen lg ke... x kesah jeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang ni saya tgh dilamun cinta (cinta lokasi) iaitu dengan salah seorang mamat in my team yg dr UK (seconded ke Doha). Nama dia tut..Tim..(mmg nama sebenar)....(nasib baik kat company aku x de org melayu...kecuali cik senah- diam Senah!!!). Selalunya cinta lokasi ni akan hadir tanpa di undang, bak kata orang kampung saya...inpromptu la. He's sitting next to me in the office, nak kata hensem tu tak de la macam Brad Pitt ke, cuma saya agak terpesona dgn cara dia, in whatever way la. After about two weeks working together, baru la saya perasan yang -ish mamat ni best la!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak menyedari hal itu, saya mula rasa gabra bila ade discussion especially between saya ngan dia je....hehehe (mcm gatal plak bunyi nye-sabar je la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being involved dgn diorang ni buat kita rasa contribution kita tu dihargai, maunya tidak hari-hari mesti cakap "Ok Thank u Rozila, You're the star!" "You're the legend".. Mula2 dapat compliment tu saya agak terharu la, tp bila dah hari2 dapat saya nak je tanya diorang balik.... "R u serious?'' heheehe (demand la plak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahad ni cinta lokasi saya dah nak balik UK balik dah....huhuhu, apart from sharing a very great experience with them, i enjoyed my time with the team.&lt;br /&gt;As a final request Tim asked me if i can work last friday, I really have no choice since I'm the only Doha Office representative yg akan absorb all the design work after they leave, so no excuse kena la keje. Was so impressed bila Tim prepared me a cup of coffee that morning (sbb tea boy x keje). Frankly, I just dont really care how does it taste, yang penting.....Tim buat .....so pekat ke cair ke....i swallowed it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the very same day kitorang buat makan2 kat rumah, earlier plan nak buat laksam and pulut kuning as a main dish, ntah mcmana di cancel sbb batter for laksam keep giving me inevitable problem, kejap cair, kejap keras....so to save my headache i pon changed the menu to nasi kerabu. I can feel tht it was cincai gila....so simple with only one lauk prepared. Nasib baik pulut kuning went smooth je, so the lacking of completeness of nasi kerabu x la nampak obvious (i hope).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who were invited??? Macam biasa la Ssamad and the wife, kwn2 Senah and Kak Wa.... ade la less than 20 pax.Since i need to work....i joined the a bit later around 4pm. Later that night we went to embassy event...acara yang dinanti2 kan...Annual General Meeting...sbb nak mkn lagi....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The whole day perut bloated dengan makanan.....burpppp kenyang!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1734488362671235742?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1734488362671235742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1734488362671235742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1734488362671235742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1734488362671235742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/04/cinta-lokasi.html' title='CINTA LOKASI'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-7769209583444679120</id><published>2009-04-03T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:20:26.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Lama betul x update blog, boleh di katakan sejak pindah ni la...sebab???&lt;br /&gt;Sebab saya sangat la busy, as always la kalau dah pindah tempat baru sure la nak unpack meng'unpack' barang and dapat kan keperluan mana2 yang patut. Bertambah la lama benda ni for me sebab saya ni seorang yang pemalas...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furnitures kat rumah dulu pon dah terjual walaupun dgn harga yg sgt la murah.. No choice.. :-(&lt;br /&gt;Yang best tu since rumah baru ni ade gym and swimming pool, we decide to sell off our treadmill yang dulu pon mmg sgt la jarang digunakan, kira lagi kerap buat sangkut tuala la dari ianya serve it real purpose.. treadmill has a very good demand, when we decided to sell off, i post the ads kat Qatarliving, after a few calls je dah terjual, tp kadang2 tu sampai skrg pon ade lagi yang dok call tanya...Yang lagi best nya...Gym and swimming pool kat temapat baru ni, sekali pon tak masuk jenguk hahaha...dah dijangka la tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah baru ni kira OK la...yang penting best dari rumah lama.&lt;br /&gt;2nd day masuk umah baru, we all masak laksa. Ajak la 2-3 org tetamu yang dekat2 je..hehehe (macam la ade ramai sgt yang nak di ajak pon) ...tapi yang sorang tetamu tu (Samad - Bukan nama sebenar) mmg sgt la menjadi pengunjung setia umah kitorang,pada en samad, jangan kecik ati eh?? Kitorang pon suka en samad selalu datang...sbb bertambah selera kitorang makan dgn En Samad...hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from that, I have been transfered to the Old Office to join the desing team from UK. Am quite happy sebab I'm back to use MX and i really hope I can improve much, cuma yang tak best office sekarang ni tak de kawan sangat la, lunch pon selalu dok join my team mate dr UK tu, tp naik segan plak sebab asyik2 diorang je dok bayar my lunch...&lt;br /&gt;Buat masa ni plak, Zaireen gi umrah, last Wed, Kak Wa,Bad dgn I g hantar dia naik bas dekat Al Bayyan. Windu plak kat si Senah tu... Rasa mcm sunyi plak dia tak de. 11 April ni baru dia balik...Semoga dapat menjalan kan ibadah dengan sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Wa plak husband dia yang datang bercuti hari tu dah balik dah... So this weekend tak de la aktiviti menarik sgt, petang td g shopping grocerries, end up mlm ni kitorang masak nasi impit, kuah kacang and rendang daging.... mmmm sedap nyaaa. Tp dinner tadi tetap makan kat Restoran Minang kat Doha, sbb Bad dtg umah kitorang datang ajak makan luar, and by the time all those dishes tu tak masak lagi.. Lepas balik tu baru la kitorang berhempas pulas sambung balik.&lt;br /&gt;Itu je la so far update yang sekian lama tak update nye... Till then!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-7769209583444679120?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/7769209583444679120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=7769209583444679120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/7769209583444679120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/7769209583444679120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-8298551952779586897</id><published>2009-03-18T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:18:53.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to MOVE it MOVE it.....</title><content type='html'>We are moving to a new house,..again??? well actually we moved whenever every season change hahaaha.. Prior to our contact in the current house end, we begged Afatb (rent collecter of the current house) to release us early. For some reason la kitorang pindah ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Because we r expanding….no…no…not in terms of size, neither me nor my flat mate, but we are increasing in number….no….we r not pregnant nor expecting…but we have new member. We are 3 now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dah boring kat tempat lama, dulu we moved there dulu  pon sbb wanna enjoy the Malaysian neighbourhood. After every each of them decided to move to other place, we were left alone. And now we r enjoying the multi nation punya neighbourhood plak….i guess cukup la dengan comp yang multi nation hehe  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebab the rental has dropped down, imagine la dulu rumah yg kat Bank Street tu we paid 10K for only two rooms, and now we can get only 11K for 3 rooms. So kira worth it la jugak, otherwise the same house dulu would cost us 13K, so sian gak la kat sape2 yg dah bye sewa sampai 2 thn sekali gus tu ( Yang tau, tau ) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We just wanna have the proper house, rumah yg lama tu doesn’t allow us to have any guest, we have no common area in that place. Lagipon segan jugak la dok asyik kena ajak makan sana sini, org nak buat lawatan balas tak boleh… so lepas ni boleh la buat makan2 kat rumah kitorang plak (kot)… pot luck ke…hehehe (tetap kan??) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sebab the season has changed…hehehe…I did mentioned up there that for every season changed, we must have moved.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu la serba sedikit pasal kitorang pindah ni, but the hassle that we went through to get the house ni tuhan je la yang tau….. Susah tok sah ckp la… hampir2 nak give up! Tapi apa2 pon, its not the end of the world..  we finally made it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-8298551952779586897?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/8298551952779586897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=8298551952779586897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8298551952779586897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8298551952779586897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-like-to-move-it-move-it.html' title='I like to MOVE it MOVE it.....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-6194016846686353528</id><published>2009-03-14T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:55:32.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year Ago...</title><content type='html'>Today remarks my 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt; residing in Doha. I can still recall my first impression here after Ahmad (the office driver) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zaireen&lt;/span&gt; fetched me from airport. It was a mixed up feeling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; homesick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sangat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jugak&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; homesick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;langsung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;errmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;macam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jugak&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; (whom am i kidding).May be due to the experienced of being away in Dubai few months prior to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;joining&lt;/span&gt; the current company, plus this offer was much more organised as compared to my earlier offer that I had in Dubai. Just imagine I got my travel ticket on the day that I should have departed.....What a mess!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My departure to Doha was a bit calm, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not mistaken. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;KLIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; x busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sgt&lt;/span&gt;, everything went quite smooth. Travelling alone..but not for the 1st time, I have transited in Doha twice on my to and from Dubai before. Slept pretty sound in the flight, i guess i was too tired. Was waken up once for the meal and I just ignored my second meal.&lt;br /&gt;Upon the arrival, we went to collect my freight that i have sent earlier from Qatar Airways Cargo Office. After that I was driven to company's apartment in Bin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Omran&lt;/span&gt;. I was placed there for the 1st few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flatmate that time was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sherryl&lt;/span&gt; and Ami. They were both secondment from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hyder&lt;/span&gt; Manila Office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Sherryl&lt;/span&gt; was very chatty that made me feel easily adjusted to her, while Ami was not around the moment I reached there. After a little bit of washed up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Zaireen&lt;/span&gt; and i went to City Centre. We took late breakfast and get few things from C4, came back to my flat to get few pieces of clothes,the we both went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Zaireen's&lt;/span&gt; place.On our way, we stopped by in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Qtel&lt;/span&gt; office to get a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;sim&lt;/span&gt; card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember, as we reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Zaireen's&lt;/span&gt; place, her flatmate Lam cooked fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;beehoon&lt;/span&gt;. One Singaporean lady (Lam's guest) was around chit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;chating&lt;/span&gt; with her.I really can't recall what was happening that night, but for sure I slept so well. It took me a while to adjust myself with local time. I was too depending to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Zaireen&lt;/span&gt; on my first few months here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;... But Thanks a lot to u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;nyah&lt;/span&gt;....I owe u loads!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tuhan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;je&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;yg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;akan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;membalas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;jasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;baik&lt;/span&gt; u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very next day I went back to my flat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; was my 1st day reporting to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Hyder&lt;/span&gt; Office. After a short briefing by HR staff, I was brought by Simon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;Poh&lt;/span&gt; (my line manager) to site office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Untill&lt;/span&gt; now i have been placed there and sometime back to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;in the&lt;/span&gt; main office when i have to....So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;serba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;sedikit&lt;/span&gt; how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it has been a year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; here....there's up and down, high and low.....it will just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;happen&lt;/span&gt;...no matter where u are. One thing for sure, I hope each day will bring out the best in me to be a better person. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Berapa&lt;/span&gt; lama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; stay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;sini&lt;/span&gt;??? Well i keep asking myself the same question also...but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; now i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; figure out the answer.Life is measured by our ability to our own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;enviroment&lt;/span&gt;, may be when there's something in life that i think it has already been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;accomplished&lt;/span&gt;, that will be the most comfortable time for me to move to the next step....&lt;br /&gt;Life is about planning. We plan our work and then we work our plan... Wish me the best of luck in life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-6194016846686353528?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/6194016846686353528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=6194016846686353528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6194016846686353528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6194016846686353528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/03/year-ago.html' title='A Year Ago...'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-5910782162775554027</id><published>2009-03-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:49:31.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are missing you HOLGER....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last friday Holger went  back to Dublin office as he has ended his period of secondment in Doha. Been working directly with him since last Aug 08. Since we have no P.M at the moment, I have to play a role to organize something for Holger in a way to say Thank You, further more our team has been loaned to few other project untill we recieve the next traffic report, thus we are everywhere now...some in the main office and some in the site office. So as a get together before he leave, we went for bowling last tuesday and on his last working day we had a sending off party for him in Chilis Restaurant near Ramada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knowing Holger as a very efficient and organize senior, it was kind of pleasure working with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483808080356658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SbKg4yYX5TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CxnqHVQA2EE/s400/DSC03685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder what was happening to Alfon..his eyes upside down, by right we just play bowling, we didnt drink anything except water haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483810473189362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SbKg47S3n_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/pnE95caoqAk/s400/DSC03684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Angelo, Anna, me, Richard and Holger at Bowling City Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483812042308882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SbKg5BI-fRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/65F2tkkSPNA/s400/DSC03689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483809055088802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SbKg42AxIKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/SD1ejQ60wYY/s400/DSC03688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holger Farewell Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310483823722501682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SbKg5spwFjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/5cYRB5PsSjo/s400/DSC03707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Holger with his camel souvenier from me,Anna and Angelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BYE HOLGER....THINK OF US WITH LOVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hope to see u again in Germany probably hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-5910782162775554027?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/5910782162775554027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=5910782162775554027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5910782162775554027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5910782162775554027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-missing-you-holger.html' title='We are missing you HOLGER....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SbKg4yYX5TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/CxnqHVQA2EE/s72-c/DSC03685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1056774722695776914</id><published>2009-03-02T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:48:29.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week gone...none the wiser....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pejam celik pejam celik we are entering the third month of this year, cepat betul rasa. For the past two weeks I was very busy with work even tho my current project on hold due to pending next stage of traffic report from other consultant. At the moment I am seconded to the other project- still the same development but different subhead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best jugak, back to what I was doing before in Malaysia. Talking about work, I was really shock with some breaking news and restructuring of the organization chart.End of last week I received an email from the Project Director saying that our Project Manager being ceased form the company. We were really shocked with the news, the termination was effected immediately. What he was doing that he deserved this kind of treatment?? My PM is a very nice man, he will always return ur email just to wish "Thank U" whenever we deliver work to him.... None of my peer has done this before..It doesn't cost much but, trust me it somehow encourage u in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were really in puzzle to receive this shocking news.. but none of us dare to ask anybody who we think might know the reason why. Remembering his kindness, sometime I almost shed my tears, trying to fit in his shoe... if it is happening to me...I don't think I can cope with it. This morning one Thank U card has been circulating around the office to bid him farewell. I don't know how he handle this situation, but if its fine for him we really looking forward to see him or at least have lunch or dinner together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wrote to him - Paul, this goodbye bring wishes that u will find a warm welcome wherever u go and great success in whatever u do, remember that the strongest people are not those who win,but those who stand up back when they fall. I also addressed that it was such a pleasure working with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of the wishes from our colleagues really touches my heart. I pity him that he has to go through this kind of situation. But i hope that he know that we really meant every words that we wrote there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope he's strong to face this. Paul, hopefully the reading club will make it to the premier league again, as champion will always come back stronger. ALL THE BEST!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308674134233514018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/Sawy_59LACI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vEbhs6j96YM/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;we will surely miss u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1056774722695776914?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1056774722695776914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1056774722695776914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1056774722695776914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1056774722695776914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-week-gonenone-wiser.html' title='Another week gone...none the wiser....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/Sawy_59LACI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vEbhs6j96YM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-6693637396662130279</id><published>2009-02-22T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T10:32:11.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About You</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nenny&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt;, let me just answer your tag here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nenny&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1-I’m last child in the family (but not a spoil brat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;...) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I finished my secondary education in one of boarding school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kelantan&lt;/span&gt;, those time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Isooo&lt;/span&gt; homesick....most every morning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;masa&lt;/span&gt; F1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mcm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;balik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;huhuhu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-My parents visited me most every week when I was in the hostel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; la F5, I think everybody &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pon&lt;/span&gt; noticed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; one weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nama&lt;/span&gt; I x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; announced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;sbb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; visitor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;mamat&lt;/span&gt; classmate I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;siap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tnya&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;mak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kau&lt;/span&gt; x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;dtg&lt;/span&gt; last weekend ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;poyo&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Find myself fond of technical things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; than literature...i hate history and geography&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-I played hockey when I was in F1 and F2, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;SRP&lt;/span&gt; i quit then x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;pnh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;sambung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;skrg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6-I have my late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; look. His daughters (my nieces) have the same look as me...(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;bertuah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;korang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-I like kids...especially babies, because....they r adorable  i think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8-I hate driving, especially when stranded in traffic jam and not moving at all plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;rainning&lt;/span&gt; huh!! But I x really mind long distance driving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Susah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;mesra&lt;/span&gt;... its always somebody has to start 1st...not me...don't ask me why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10-I like singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;walaupon&lt;/span&gt; x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;sedap&lt;/span&gt; or at least listening to music just to make myself happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11-What u see is what u get i.e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;suka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;bermuka&lt;/span&gt;2, its always difficult to do so and I find myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;bila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;terkantoi&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-sometime I just can easily figure out when somebody lying….but I never bother to clarify and let them misunderstand that I believed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; they told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-Consider myself as a lazy bum, but up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; extend la I guess,cos I don't like too messy either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-I like cooking....but not housekeeping...back to #13 again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15-Very conservative in some matters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-I like simple life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.My father said I look arrogant….may be ....back to #9&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18.I find myself very hard to concentrate, be it watching TV, study, work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-I like to buy shoes, never get enough of it (normal la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;pompuan&lt;/span&gt;),but I always have one as a favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20-Sometime can be so sensitive, but just reasonable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21-X really fond of watching TV unless damn bored,but if i follow any TV series I will follow without fail&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22-My fave phrase " I wish i am married to a rich so that i don't have to work" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;...which I x think I ever quit working....its my passion!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23-I'm closer to my mother compared to my father, but I was told that I closed to my father when I was kid, so I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt; up la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;kot&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;ahaaa&lt;/span&gt;...I like shopping....never feel tired even walking 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;okm&lt;/span&gt;....even just window shopping, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;tht&lt;/span&gt; is just fine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Fuuhhh&lt;/span&gt; finally...I miss my buddies now.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Ery&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Chah&lt;/span&gt;, Marina and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; Dal....lama x hang up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;dgn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;korang&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;mcm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;dolu&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-6693637396662130279?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/6693637396662130279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=6693637396662130279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6693637396662130279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6693637396662130279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-things-about-you.html' title='25 Random Things About You'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-5143718039944566489</id><published>2009-02-12T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:16:58.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEIRUT TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beirut? It was so wonderful, Beirut stands on the site of a very ancient settlement going back at least 5,000 years. Everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; eye and breath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;catching&lt;/span&gt; for me. No wonder it is called "City that Would not Die." it is also known as "Paris of the Middle East." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; our trip was just for few days, I would say that we cover almost the major part of Lebanon. Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zaireen&lt;/span&gt; a.k.a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Senah&lt;/span&gt; for her effort come out with good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; within short time of period. Started by half day leave on Thursday, flight departed around 5.00pm form Doha and the journey took almost 3.00 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lebanon located at GMT +2 so we are one hour later than Doha.(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ade&lt;/span&gt; org &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;silap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bgn&lt;/span&gt; awal...huh...terlalu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;awal&lt;/span&gt;...x &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pnh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bgn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ari&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;jumaat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;seawal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;itu&lt;/span&gt;!!) Arriving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Rafique&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hariri&lt;/span&gt; International Airport was around 9.00pm. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Kak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Wasitah&lt;/span&gt; managed to arrange a driver prior to our arrival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; her Lebanese office peer.It seems me who doesn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;contribute&lt;/span&gt; anything for this trip, so not a big wonder la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;kalau&lt;/span&gt; next trip they don't wanna include me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;huhu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the driver waited for us in the airport upon arrival, so we were driven to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; booked suites. Lucky us that the hotel located in the center of town i.e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Hamra&lt;/span&gt; Street. I would say it is quite happening street la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jugak&lt;/span&gt; with rows of shops and so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Generally Lebanon is very compact city, as we can see people residing and development are everywhere. Their medium of communication is Arabic and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Frech&lt;/span&gt; as their 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;langguage&lt;/span&gt;. In 3 days we covered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Baalbek&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Anjar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Zahle&lt;/span&gt; on the 1st day, and2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Bettedein&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Saida&lt;/span&gt; and Tyre, and last day to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Jeita&lt;/span&gt; Grotto,Byblos and tour around town. On and off we also went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Corniche&lt;/span&gt;, Downtown and Beirut also!! Since picture worth thousands of words....enjoy our snaps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302747224959688834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SZckgYVpIII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0X1nI-FtbkE/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302747228357746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SZckgk_zYCI/AAAAAAAAAGY/VKxSR-eVuac/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302747231411279458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SZckgwX0lmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oP-pGoChznI/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Day 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Apart from enjoying the beauty of the scenery, what is new for me was to see the way how Christians there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; in very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;conservative&lt;/span&gt; way. Now i realised that they r most similar to Muslim do.A friend of mine told me over there even Muslims and Christians they are just like brothers...no bound to be  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-5143718039944566489?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/5143718039944566489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=5143718039944566489' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5143718039944566489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/5143718039944566489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/02/beirut-trip.html' title='BEIRUT TRIP'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SZckgYVpIII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0X1nI-FtbkE/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-997406514015133169</id><published>2009-02-01T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:32:21.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News that Blessed</title><content type='html'>I was waken up so early this morning by 2 consecutive text messages&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from my sister and brother, the first one has already waken me, but I just ignored since it was around 4.30am, but as i was about drifting back to catch my sleep, the second one came in couples of seconds after . It somehow put a big question mark in my head, my curiosity kills my sleepy eyes. I woke up and grab the phone, I could see that both of massages were from my brother and sister in Malaysia. Heart beaten even faster, but my adrenaline dropped as I saw the text. Both of it were telling me that my mother's wound has been healed, they were both so happy until they can't wait a bit later to pass me this news. Ohh...I'm smiling(while sleepy). Thanks God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she (my mother) could be happier than we are. She had this wound for about more than a year ago, as what doctor told, it was because uncontrolled sugar level due to her diabetics. She (and us also of course) seem so worry over this as the wound got deeper and deeper. It was kind of pity to hear when she told me that sometime she even have a sleepless night. because of doesn't want to be admitted in the hospital, she planned not to tell her specialist regarding this until my sister plays her role to get her friend's brother to help her with this. She needs to pay her visit every other day to the hospital and to replace the bandage until the wound finally heals.So after this there will be no more visit to the hospital to change the bandage anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied their messages two hours after, and my sister quickly replied telling me that my mother is sooo..happy and suggested me to give her a call. Yes she is, she even invited all the nurses there for a lunch together some when this week (huh!! makan laaagi). By the way it's always good to hear that they are in good state, especially when currently I'm not around them to see what had happened. See...even though i woke up so early but all the day through I feel sooo blessed. Hope it will be forever....Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298283319569068578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYdIm45KsiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IHgyfG8mHaY/s400/mom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-997406514015133169?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/997406514015133169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=997406514015133169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/997406514015133169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/997406514015133169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-news-that-blessed.html' title='Good News that Blessed'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYdIm45KsiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IHgyfG8mHaY/s72-c/mom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-8107128054165859855</id><published>2009-01-30T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:12:32.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring Middle East</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; busy week at work, sigh!and it killed me... i hope that explains why I hardly update my blog.But...next weekend we planned to for a holiday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;getaway&lt;/span&gt; again....this time our destination is Beirut Lebanon. Heard it's cool! Gonna find out soon. Since we are already in Middle East so...it is quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reasonable&lt;/span&gt; to explore it, because that might cost you much if u travel a long way from Malaysia. This time around will be 4 or 5 of us in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pax&lt;/span&gt;. Hope it is nice..&lt;br /&gt;Looking back where I started in Middle East which was 0n Nov 07, started in Dubai for few months and moved to Doha for good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; in the mid of March till now. Its been a year!!...well so it is reasonable enough to explore right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahaaha&lt;/span&gt;.. By right apart from Dubai, I have been to Oman and Bahrain. Last night when I attended dinner of "get together" we were informed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MAQ&lt;/span&gt; will conduct an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Umrah&lt;/span&gt; and visit trip this coming April, aha...sounds interesting... really looking forward to follow. So another one will be slashed in the list (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eventho&lt;/span&gt; been there before).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let see what I have explored so far! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fasten&lt;/span&gt; your seat belt!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297353659526865074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYP7FjW24LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K8r_ftZATzk/s400/dec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297343234497259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYPxmvGHJ8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/UZ543-PljmQ/s400/dubai+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dubai....one of the most popular city in United Arab of Emirates,being known as heaven for shoppers. Owns an advancement in developments, wish to have all of " the most" so called things in the world...so far they have "The Highest Building"..."The most expensive"..."The ...??"...and so on. The sky &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;crappers&lt;/span&gt; in Dubai are growing so rapid. and i hope that explains why 60% of the world cranes are all in Middle East. Not quite sure bout the rest, but it is indeed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297343237260604418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYPxm5Y8dAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/69xeGecja3w/s400/musandam+Oman+dec+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Next is Oman, We travelled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Musandam&lt;/span&gt; part which is on the East side of Oman. It’s a curious observation about travelling in Oman is the moment u see the rock mountain that hugs the roads to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Musandam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Musandam&lt;/span&gt; is separated from the rest of Oman by the east coast of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;UAE&lt;/span&gt;, this is a very beautiful place with its cultural eccentricities is well worth visited. The dhow that we took served us lunch and free flows of drinks and bunches of fruits and food apart from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;unexplained&lt;/span&gt; sightseeing!! Basically Oman is so good for nature lover! ( Kenya???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297343236697853666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYPxm3SxjuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wt4mTARzj_s/s400/bahrain2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Bahrain...where the capital of Bahrain is Manama.Basically Bahrain is an island, which Saudi lies on the west side of Bahrain that connected by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;causeway&lt;/span&gt;. There were few places of interest we went while visiting Bahrain, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; the causeway to Saudi, Bahrain F1, Tree of Life, Forts and famous mosques and Bait Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Quran&lt;/span&gt;. Surprisingly that big community of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Muslim&lt;/span&gt; in Bahrain are consisted of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Syiah&lt;/span&gt;, and found out that Bahrain is quite liberal as compared to the rest of Middle East countries i have visited. Apart from availability of alcoholic drinks and pork everywhere, Bahrain also has allowed prostitution (as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wht&lt;/span&gt; I've heard that the nearest neighbours will head on when they r looking for it)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...will see what is the next destination will be..&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/7422824530193761092-8107128054165859855?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/8107128054165859855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=8107128054165859855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8107128054165859855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8107128054165859855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/01/exploring-middle-east.html' title='Exploring Middle East'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SYP7FjW24LI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K8r_ftZATzk/s72-c/dec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-2545779727039724606</id><published>2009-01-26T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:11:53.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Kenya and....I really do....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SX3zImCyo-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kO7NukriB3U/s1600-h/miss_you.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295656065834329058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SX3zImCyo-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kO7NukriB3U/s400/miss_you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss Kenya...miss him soooo.....much. Words can't seem to explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who is Kenya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenya is my current cinta hati, a man whom i feel so comfortable with..Humble...down to earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why I call him Kenya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because when we 1st met, he suggested me a vacation to Kenya, (he doesn't know that I'm not a very advanterous person, I was soooo overprotected when I was kid so...blame it to my parent), while Kenya is a very nature lover person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why Kenya is so special to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because....when i'm with him...my heart flutters, my stomach get butterflies...and the rest of the world seems dissappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what ever it is....i miss him to bit....i wanna make him knows that none of the day passes me by that i don't remember u...i miss u....and i really do......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7422824530193761092-2545779727039724606?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/2545779727039724606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=2545779727039724606' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2545779727039724606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2545779727039724606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-kenya-i-really-do.html' title='I miss Kenya and....I really do....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SX3zImCyo-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kO7NukriB3U/s72-c/miss_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-4881433553223788612</id><published>2009-01-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:16:19.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainning Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXnANwtGMSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/euXY14C23UQ/s1600-h/DSC03143.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been raining here today in Doha. A friend of mine called me this morning, suggested me to have a view on Doha looks after rain ( not heavy as Malaysia tho), it is flooded everywhere. Yeah...he blame it to the non efficient drainage system here (forgive him, he's not drainage engineer hehe). Well, shall we consider into our design, if we only experience only the most 3-4 raining days within a year?? And even the rain is not like cats and dogs? Yeah i would say no...... what a waste!! be it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As usual, Friday and Saturday is non working day here, been figuring what to do since last couple of days. Even not much choice that i have, but still.... so.. i proceed with my passion of life.... COOKING!! well i admit....i loooovve cooking (but not housekeeping)...tho am not really good at it and sometime the taste does not turn as it supposed to be. So my experiment today is apple pie!...Since i have 2 apples that lost their crunchiness and its better for me to save it before it ends in the trash bin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So....it turns to be......tadaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294474179595612450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXnANwtGMSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/euXY14C23UQ/s320/DSC03143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wonder how does it taste??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294474186773835090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXnAOLchLVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/t321uQytrpQ/s320/DSC03142x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;must be presentable..(mind u!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well that is my friday morning obsession, we'll see wht's next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-4881433553223788612?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/4881433553223788612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=4881433553223788612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4881433553223788612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4881433553223788612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/01/rainning-friday.html' title='Rainning Friday'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXnANwtGMSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/euXY14C23UQ/s72-c/DSC03143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-2374330324039233348</id><published>2009-01-19T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:45:08.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W.I.T.N.E.S.S</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXX0UdmptSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kc2XDLJoghM/s1600-h/1_155258_1_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293405569425192226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXX0UdmptSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kc2XDLJoghM/s320/1_155258_1_9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I watched this programme which was aired in Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jazeera&lt;/span&gt; channel - WITNESS. It is a very good documentary programme which actually reveals the unknown lives of ordinary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;acros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; the world. Each episode has very significant value of their own suffer. The witness are among those who really observed the and experienced the situation first hand. I've watched a few before, but last night was really sad, just can't really recall the title, it was about a girl from Palestine in Lebanon Refugee Camp....it was very sad...i would say that actually every part and inches in Palestine is very sad. The story was about a girl who lost her family and never had a chance to see how does her village and Palestinian land. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; one day she was too excited to be told that she will be going to see her own village with his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandfather&lt;/span&gt;. The feeling of seeing her own land was like so speechless, it was up to the extend that she actually bring back the soil from there and wrap up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; bit in the envelope and mail it to her friend who is staying in another refugee camp.....how sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It showed also the situation when the time they were allowed to meet the relatives who stayed in the other side of the border... This time it really shed my tears, to see them looking for their relatives by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;addressing&lt;/span&gt; "I'm the grandson of someone bin someone", hugging and kissing among themselves through the fence. Looking at this I really can't hold my tears, just can't imagine how the Israel soldiers who were on duty have hearts to see all those. While these Palestinian never give up on hope...far inside their heart they r still hoping to get back their land. Let us pray for them and hoping that the best will be for them.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ameen&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/7422824530193761092-2374330324039233348?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/2374330324039233348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=2374330324039233348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2374330324039233348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/2374330324039233348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/01/witness.html' title='W.I.T.N.E.S.S'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXX0UdmptSI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Kc2XDLJoghM/s72-c/1_155258_1_9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-6084942202207908823</id><published>2009-01-19T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:08:00.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuhuuuu!! I'm B.A.C.K</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;am back!! just can't figure out why rasa terpanggil nak update the blog. Since dah lama dah tinggal, sawang pon byk, so kena uplift skit nak bg ade semangat. dat's why la kena tukar background skali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, its been so long since my last post,so byk la event2 yg sepatutnya di share bersama, but not to look back again, we just start from here then....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It is 2009 now, another two more months will mark my 1 year in Doha. 2008 has passed by with million of memories, but the most unforgettable one of course the recent tragedy which was War in Gaza. Day by day passing by with the rising toll of death. Innocent children were dying so young..for not knowing what was the aim of Israel. It somehow made me retrieve their history to find out who is who, why and what. It took me far back as far as our prophet time. No word can measure how sad and difficult life they have gone through, but the tears really choke me.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293098602727031026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXTdIpipQPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sI-4pnGYqWE/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-6084942202207908823?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/6084942202207908823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=6084942202207908823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6084942202207908823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6084942202207908823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2009/01/yuhuuuu-im-back.html' title='Yuhuuuu!! I&apos;m B.A.C.K'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SXTdIpipQPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sI-4pnGYqWE/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-3986812480528056484</id><published>2008-09-12T13:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:44:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Oh Simon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was happened during one of the day i was on medical leave....Simon is leaving Hyder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon is my line manager, in fact he was the one who interviewed me before i was accepted to Hyder Doha. Having the same knowledge (he is more of course) in MX, he has a trust in me. At first...i wasn't really comfortable with him. He's kind of people tht always potrait himself as a boss, not like any other manager, they work as a team..may that the culture of Asian...well not to say so....My previous Mr Yap tak pon mcm tu...hhmmm whatever...every people has their own style. But Simon has taught me so much within so limited time, he told me tht he didnt feel this chalengging enough for him, may be its a bit bored since heh as a very wide experience on highways....so he wanna explore more to pursue his career goal...anyway Simon Poh good luck and all the best to u....sorry for calling u Simba (i hope u won't read my blog ever!!!!) Kalau tak i will be dead meat...Bye Simon....All the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245419953903641698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SMt5qBosJGI/AAAAAAAAADg/tlGzCnvvNVE/s320/019a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and Simon in one of the team party at Movenpick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245419954812536770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SMt5qFBYx8I/AAAAAAAAADo/-9ndcVAB8eU/s320/027a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmm...does he looks like Simba anyway?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245419961899548658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SMt5qfbD__I/AAAAAAAAADw/E6KedMI1-PI/s320/DSC02165a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye Simon....Think of us with LOVE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was quite fortunate to be able to see Simon in embassy for Merdeka celebration together with 1st terawikh (of course Simon not included in terawikh). I was so sorry tht was not in his previous farewell lunch tht was held in office. Simon said shud be fine,he knew i was not well. Simon told me he will be moving to Dubai..told him i hope u r not joinning the company that i left, he said no the new company tht he will be joinning is better for him and may be he will get a better post tht what he's having currently. i knew about it...i've been there with my heart out in my hand...U can never enjoy ur life if ur work is not compatible with u. But at least Simon had given himself a chence for almost a year. Apart from tht, Malaysian in Hyder Doha getting less and less. Now only left Zaireen, Vincent and Me. Well..thts wht we call life...No one has a string attached!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-3986812480528056484?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/3986812480528056484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=3986812480528056484' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3986812480528056484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3986812480528056484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2008/09/simon-oh-simon.html' title='Simon Oh Simon...'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SMt5qBosJGI/AAAAAAAAADg/tlGzCnvvNVE/s72-c/019a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-8350350487173757930</id><published>2008-09-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:05:45.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U don't know what you've got till its gone</title><content type='html'>Hey...here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i promised to update my blog everyday ever since my 27th days to go countdown, but it was really unexpected...i felt sick....huhuhhuh. Sbb tu la org ckp appreciate la masa kita sihat sblm kta sakit. I admited tht i jarang sakit...very rare.... Alhamdulillah, but this time was so unbearable..It started like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was working in the office suddenly i felt lower back aching...told my fren but they just took it for granted since i wasn't screaming in pain...coming back home i apply some ointment to make it relief...but it didn't help much...my body was full of gas....wasn't unable to take food...and wasn't able to go to toilet. I have been thinking....wht have i done wrong to myself?? salah makan ke??? So i end up dgn tak pegi keje...the next morning i pay a visit to the hospital. The pain become worst after i started vomit out every food intake....sigh...weather was so unpleasant...Ramdhan is coming soon...my parents are far apart...to let them know this is huge mistake....esp my mother..i know she will call me every 10 minutes just to get to know the latest condition eventho there's nothing in between the time...the next day i was so miserable...no choice we have to wake our neighbours up to send me to the hospital...Pity them...dah la the husband will working the next morning....and too bad also they can just managed to sleep only few hours since they have to wake up again for sahur at 3.00 am......Sorry Zul and Humaira...i really have no choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Doha Clinic Hospital tht night i was reffered to emergency unit, they diagnosed ma and i had abdominal x ray....upper and lower back...the doctor said there's nothing irregular...even the distribution of gas also seems to be normal?? Then wht is the hell i'm suffering??? Oh god.....masa ni la there were thousands of questions pop into my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-should i resign after this (its always ggod to have ur parents around whenever u r sick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-was it something bad tht i'm gonna discover through time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-can i trust the doctor here? (not because of their qualification but they might wrongly interprate wht i have told them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-how can i survive the balik raya journey? it's an 8 hours flight back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt sleep for few nights...been crying alone on bed at night...the excitement of balik raya was canceled of by this pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245222600010802818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SMrGKhF-poI/AAAAAAAAADY/BAEQOfQ8pkM/s320/zav76008.jpg" width="154" border="0" /&gt; Now i'm still on medication, life now is reall depending on the medicine,once u missed them, only god know how will u suffer. Anyway I will bring back all the files and x rays film to get 2nd opinion from the doctor in Malaysia.....tht will be another 6 day to go...or shud i say 5 je sbb skrg ni pon dah dekat pkl 11...so kita bundarkan je la.Whatever it is....I'm still happy and looking fwd to go back...MALAYSIA!!!! HERE I COME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all and all it's been 5 times my visit to the same hospital with 3days of medical leave issued to me..and the amount of claim for the medicine close or maore than QR1000.00...Huh!! but i can't still figure out wht was the caused of the pain.....Anyway thanx to Dr Nabil Fadhel Suleiman for keep bugging into u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-8350350487173757930?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/8350350487173757930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=8350350487173757930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8350350487173757930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/8350350487173757930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2008/09/u-dont-know-what-youve-got-till-its.html' title='U don&apos;t know what you&apos;ve got till its gone'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SMrGKhF-poI/AAAAAAAAADY/BAEQOfQ8pkM/s72-c/zav76008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-1307835970826539702</id><published>2008-08-22T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T02:20:53.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bestnyeee....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SK6ESuXRKsI/AAAAAAAAACY/y9f9ORHJNXg/s1600-h/ketupat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237268873896602306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SK6ESuXRKsI/AAAAAAAAACY/y9f9ORHJNXg/s320/ketupat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Start from now on...I promise my self to update the blog everyday...give a glance kat countdown clock kat sblh tu....from this point of time I still have another 27 days to go.....so this is how I channel out my happines. Sapa la tak happy, balik raya to see all the family members....frens... and sedara mare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me this time is the balik raya journey yg paling jauh i have ever experience....How sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;Why not??? I keep collecting presents for family and frens bit by bit since last few months...and tell you all the truth......i started my countdown since last end of May ahaksss...ticket flight pon beli about tht time....ntah ade lg ke tak dalam bag tu.....kalau takde mau meraung waaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Called my mother yesterday to tell her i have less than a month to go, I'm sure she will start her own coundown too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skrg ni rasa macam nakkkk je letak lagu raya kat my blog ni, tp risau pulak kena gelak kat budak2...maklum la over excited sgt..&lt;/div&gt;But anyhow Ramadhan is the best opportunity that Allah has grant us to find His blessing...&lt;br /&gt;I hope this coming Ramadhan will be more meaningful to me in worship to Allah by any means...InsyaAllah....ameen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-1307835970826539702?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/1307835970826539702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=1307835970826539702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1307835970826539702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/1307835970826539702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2008/08/bestnyeee.html' title='Bestnyeee....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SK6ESuXRKsI/AAAAAAAAACY/y9f9ORHJNXg/s72-c/ketupat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-3257424826207773527</id><published>2008-06-07T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:10:47.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.O.V.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SErJWP2aHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/yF3xZ1JHWB0/s1600-h/hqsnav2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209197303056440578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SErJWP2aHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/yF3xZ1JHWB0/s320/hqsnav2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If love fails set urself free, let ur heart spread it wings and fly again. Remember you may find love and lose it,but remember when love dies, u never have to die with it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The strongest people are not those who win, but those who stand up back when they fall..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow along the course of life..u learn about urself and realize that thing should never be regret....only lifelong appreciation of the choices u have made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A true friend understands when u say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i forgot and waits forever when u say just a minutes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stays when u say 'leave me alone'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;open the door even before u knocked the door and say 'can I come in?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving is....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not how u forget...but how u forgive....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not how u listen.... but how u understand...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not what u see ...but how u feel it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not how u let go....but how u hold on ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in love, very rarely do we win, but when love is true even u lose, u still win just for having the tingle of loving someone more than u love urself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's best to wait for the one u want rather than settle to the one tht is available&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;best to wait for the one that u loverather than the one that's around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;best to wait for the right one because &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'life is just too short to just waste on just somneone'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u really love someone, never let go...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont believe tht letting go means that u love best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead fight for ur love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'that's what true love is...'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-3257424826207773527?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/3257424826207773527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=3257424826207773527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3257424826207773527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/3257424826207773527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='L.O.V.E'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SErJWP2aHQI/AAAAAAAAACI/yF3xZ1JHWB0/s72-c/hqsnav2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-2077061559351980116</id><published>2008-05-31T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:18:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this song.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEGxPRU7rpI/AAAAAAAAACA/6r6R_-LPA-c/s1600-h/gerberra.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206637520124358290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEGxPRU7rpI/AAAAAAAAACA/6r6R_-LPA-c/s320/gerberra.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEGvPRU7roI/AAAAAAAAAB4/beppRprvzM0/s1600-h/gerberra.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEGvPRU7roI/AAAAAAAAAB4/beppRprvzM0/s1600-h/gerberra.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEGvPRU7roI/AAAAAAAAAB4/beppRprvzM0/s1600-h/gerberra.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daku Terasa Ingin Membawa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta Yang Terlara Ke Titik Mula&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kembali Mencuba Untuk Kali Kedua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menggilapkan Gerhana Jiwa&lt;br /&gt;Pernah Ku Terasa Ingin Merayu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pada Kasih Dulu Pulang Padaku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lupakan Dosaku Putihkan Kelabu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenangkan Amarahmu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun…&lt;br /&gt;Bisakah Yang Terpadam Dinyala&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisakah Yang Terhina Dicinta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walau Ku Himpunkan Sesalku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisakah Terbuka Kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Naluri Meminta Kuungkap Kata&lt;br /&gt;Seindah Bahasa Janjikan Setia&lt;br /&gt;Akan Bersemilah Cinta Dihatinya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percaya Ku Semula &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namun…&lt;br /&gt;Bisakah Yang Benci Disayangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisakah Yang Dusta Dimaafi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walauku Himpunkan Sesalku&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisakah Terbuka Kalbu&lt;br /&gt;Bila Senduku Berlinang Sayu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dalam Rindu Ku Tertanya&lt;br /&gt;Bisakah Yang Benci Disayangi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bisakah Hatiku 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-4994034624330096922</id><published>2008-05-31T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:27:14.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How God Sent Me Here?? (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEFi3RU7rnI/AAAAAAAAABw/z2rk406fpOc/s1600-h/DSC02121.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206551345900531314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEFi3RU7rnI/AAAAAAAAABw/z2rk406fpOc/s320/DSC02121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a while since my last post....Tu la pasal..I'm just too lazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but since i'm so free now...so bored...so lonely so i decided to update my blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sedih plak rasa dok sorang ni. I keep recall almost everything happened in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not to go too far but just aittle bit flash back, what makes me here?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why i decided to come?? That's what we call life....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was with SMHB dulu....very happy...very contented with my career life..i should say that kat company dulu i'm quite satisfied with my achievement and exposure. The way my boss treated me... Opprtunity given was ok..People so recognised my contribution since i'm the one who preoared the footprint for them in project....i should say they are quite happy with me and i'm quite happy with them..But when we talk about my pay....i think it just a bread and butter... nak mewah rasanya mcm tak la.. I tried my luck somewhere else in Malaysia, buta they can offer me just a few hundred diff in pay, workwise tak tau lagi, buatnya kena keje sampai pagi masak la. So I decided to stay, be loyal employee....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pejam celik, pejam celik it's been 6 years I'm in SMHB, up to one point i just feel so stagnant,rasa mcm nak something fo a change, that time ade few ppl dah make a move to new opening...Middle East... At first i was just observe them....i know my parent wouldn't allow me to....Nak pegi Pulau Perhentian pon kena discuss as tho i'm still in high school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first time i voiced this out, ayah was like...WHY??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said i need new challange...i wanna gain wht they gained...Ayah said "I can give you the money...U tell me how much u need?".....so understood la..no chance...wht to do??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, when close people around me started to move....i just cant hold myself...why not me??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My parents is 2nd problem....i need to find me a chance 1st....the rest my sister said she will take care of that, yesss... i trust she can handle that. Since my late bro is no more around she has to play his role (take over)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So not knowing that how hard it would be...i tried with local company that has done attachement with my company before, i succeed. I was offered a post in Dubai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before i sign the offer letter I called ayah again...Just to get his formal approval. I don't feel relieve without doing that. He said ok....If u really decide then go ahead..,They finally approved me without any syarat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So bermula la preparation let go my car, surrender my room and other necessary preparations. I can still recall masa the day i got my offer two of my close friend nangis...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huhuhu sedih gak...I pon sedih gak...Really cant stop my tears...Ery and Cik Dal...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I remembered I was at stall nasi lemak kat Desa Pandan, Ery called..I told her somebody wanted to order Tupperware,tiba2 from the other end she said this while crying..."Lps ni dah takde dah org nak amik order utk aku....aku happy mu dpt offer tu...tp aku nak mu stay"...I pon burst into tears la jgk masa tu...i know how she felt, been knowing her for such a long time..she shared almost everything with me..we went through good and bad time together. Untill now...To Ery, where ever i go...U r still with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that, on the very same day, I promised Cik Dal to have dinner together kat Wong Solo ( her favourite Nasi Padang) After we placed an order she told me that she called Wa, she told Azua that she's happy for me that I managed to get that offer...but she's losing a friend...and suddenly she cried....Ohhh Cik Dal..not again..rasa mcm air mata murah pulak hari tu...Instead of Cik Dal, I feel the same way also. Eventhough byk benda i don't agree with Cik Dal but still we r best buddy... That what makes us complete... To Cik Dal...our friendship remains and never will end&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Few days after that is Ramadhan, to cut short Raya... so enjoyed this moment very2 much since lps ni ntah bila boleh balik... I told my parent that they do not need to send me in KL, since the day i depart to Dubai is not far away from the day I went off from KB, My mother mcm x brp agree...i know deep inside she want to accompany me at least sampai KLIA, but ayah seems to be a decision master terpaksa she bear with it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still remember ayah pesan on the way to airport lps raya dulu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he said eventho dia tak hantar but he still pray from here that everything will be fine..He said he knows i can handle that and dont forget wherever you are...jgn tinggal sembahyang..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok ayah.....i try my best and for sure i should.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So on the flight to KL that day..everything seems so touching.. i remembered pesan ayah...how cik(my mother) cried when i hugged her and my little niece (dedek) wanted to follow me along. I dont care what ppl said...i just let my tears fall, sure diorang ckp jiwag sunggoh minah ni...nak balik raya pon nangis mcm tu skali...Eh kau peduli apa?? Aku bkn nak balik KL je...i still have long way to go la!! and i wont see them anymore after this Huhuhuhu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tp nak dijadikan cerita they came to KL jugak exactly on the same day I departed to Dubai...So they sent me to the airport as well. Ayah seems so cool...that's the way he is all the time. Cik pon...but whenever i passed Immigration gate, i saw her crying...See...that's why la i tak nak diorang hantar... i feel sad also..so lps naik sky train and sampai to the satelite terminal i gave cik a call to convice her that i'm ok...x worry too much...I make sure that my voice is strong enough to make her feel i'm ok eventho dalam hati mcm nak meraung......waaaaa!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-4994034624330096922?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/4994034624330096922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=4994034624330096922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4994034624330096922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/4994034624330096922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-god-sent-me-here-part-1.html' title='How God Sent Me Here?? (part 1)'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SEFi3RU7rnI/AAAAAAAAABw/z2rk406fpOc/s72-c/DSC02121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7422824530193761092.post-7352980770738180919</id><published>2008-04-26T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:03:12.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SBNuRoCXffI/AAAAAAAAABk/Va7dEQNe8Tk/s1600-h/IMG_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193616044372491762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Zaireen and i has put the end to our search, we finally found the house for us to stay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Alhamdulillah...thanks god for making us finally find wht we were looking for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;this weekend there's nothing much intresting tho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;last friday we attended an MAQ annual dinner...i got to know other Malaysians in Qatar and registered myself to be a member of MAQ so tht they will include me for any get together or so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;while saturday...we keep hunting for the hse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;let me tell bout the hse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;the total rent per month will be QR10,000.00 which include&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;1)all utilities bill including internet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;2)house cleaning for twice a week..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;3)house has been equiped with everything including towel and..face towel also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;4)as well as the washing machine, dishwasher machine, toaster, boiler and kitchen appliances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;5)pot and pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;6)bowls and plates, cups and glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;7)etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i would say it is complete for us for now i'm so lucky to have nice and helpful zaireen here..i owe her so much....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i promise to post the pic of our new hse when i move in later...hope everything is fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;it just for me i need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;figure out about the transport to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i thanked so much to Zaireen for being such a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;i hope and really hope tht everything will be as smooth as i wish...and frenss pls pray for me as well beside urs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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situation. Well i should agree with that.Running my daily new routine with new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt; really make me exposed... designing highways and roads was what i did before in my previous company....but a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bit different here when i need to familiarise and aquitance with new guidelines which are Qatar Highway Design Manual and ASSHTO.&lt;br /&gt;(this pic of me and Sheryll, Highway Design Engineer from Manila Office)&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who helped me a lot....sheryll just be patient with me.....hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would say this time is really new thing for me....roads in Malaysia we travel on the LHS of the road and the drivers are driving on the RHS of the car, but over here is the other way around...sigh..can u imagine how chaos it was to absorb these on my first few days....&lt;br /&gt;but things go smooth as days gone by....&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand i was so lucky to have Zaireen here when i arrived.... it's really hard for me to be alone here and to adapt with this culture and enviroments.... ( I was wondering how she survived when she was here 5 months ago.....hehehe and she must be very glad to read this....a salute to u girl....u have made it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;untill now she's still my tour guide( eventho sometime i have to guide her....esp in the kitchen....hey u never know...i',m agood cook okay???)&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.....loads of things to tell here.... but too tired to type...wht if i continue this weekend....&lt;br /&gt;Neway enjoyyyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7422824530193761092-6447365744309316265?l=lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/feeds/6447365744309316265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7422824530193761092&amp;postID=6447365744309316265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6447365744309316265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7422824530193761092/posts/default/6447365744309316265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaccordingtogerberra.blogspot.com/2008/04/thought-of-day.html' title='thought of the day....'/><author><name>life according to gerberra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03883168032888731133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_uh0Stjpwgq4/SATzD0vYtZI/AAAAAAAAABM/2f-NzHRNunA/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
