<?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-13917707</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:59.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imran the great</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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the world ultimate frisbee is, and i had to explain things again and again. from now on, after ardwork(well,not so hard actually) i found a Nike advert on ultimate and guess this will be good for people to know that it is not only throw as you like and catch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oJf7JEM-e0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4oJf7JEM-e0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114577951769962984?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114577951769962984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114577951769962984&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114577951769962984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114577951769962984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-got-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114545488992482453</id><published>2006-04-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:25:02.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, past few days were..inevitably filled with lots of non-academic, nor anything related to my job in the office. i practically have nothing to write about these past days, except last night, after such a long time...edzuan and me went out for a chat over drink in Akak's stall near his place. yes, it has been such a long..long time since we did that. you know, edzuan is not somebody new to me. we have known each other since the past 6 years, and i can't believe myself that time passed by so fast, so much we went thru after all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad he is making positive steps in his live. the effect after operation on his brain tumor really took a lot of him. he has changed to a bit of a different person, but thats all understandable, considering how much sufferings he had, and i'm proud to see he is moving up again. i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happened today was practically had nothing much to be talk about. went to the office, (finally) taking necessary forms to claim my salary. yes, after working since january, i have not even once claim my pay. don't ask me why. maybe the enthusiasm of job made me look at it as a small thing. telling you the truth, when you9i mean i, in this case) know every single thing you do in the office , even it is as small as xeroxing some forms or faxing some letters to faculties. but deep inside you know how much it will later benefit the bigger scale of people...be it students or staffs...and that particular benefit will later be translated and spread to the larger community, you(or at least in my case) tend to feel obligated to do so, and that later be shown in term of the wants to do more and more so other people will get at least some good of what you do. then the issue of pay seemed to be so small. its not my coordinators never tell us to do so, but i've been delaying it for another task. the more important one. and that &lt;em&gt;nantilah, aku buat&lt;/em&gt; attitude cost me what i have now.but worry no more, i have the forms now, will send it tomorrow, first thing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening, i told myself not to play ultimate so i can give a chance for my foot to rehab, but &lt;em&gt;hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;(evil laughs) can't resist myself &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;. bare in mind that it was just after heavy rain and several layout on the feild was enough to make me looks like the &lt;em&gt;Swamp Thing&lt;/em&gt;. but it was fun,tho..to dive and dragged for 4 meters on the ground (i mean, mud). feels like the old kid days of mine was back in memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, in this i have to say the best cyber cafe in Section 2, Shah Alam i just had avoice chat with my cousin that is currently pursuing her studies in france. god knows which part in france she is in, but for sure...she is there. after such a LOOOOONG time we only chat by text in YM, i just love the wonders of technology allowing us to finally TALK to each other..and its FREE! =) and being one of the most devilish cousin i have, she purpose sent me these 2 pictures just to make me jelous..(tho it wasn't worked that well).but the part i just can't literally accept is..hell she is going to the Germany to watch the WORLD CUP! what else a human being can ask this year? damn! &lt;em&gt;tak masuk lagi cerita2 dia yg membuat aku dengki melampau.&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pictures that suppose to make me jelous..especially the one below..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/ChateauDIssay067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/ChateauDIssay067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/100_0530.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114545488992482453?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114545488992482453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114545488992482453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114545488992482453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114545488992482453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-past-few-days-were.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114511018654701071</id><published>2006-04-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:45:24.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just need a break. i want to go out, watch movie, relax, sit in a corner of a park looking at people and have chance to think about myself. i need to have FUN! it has been a long time since i had one. yes, come to think of it...it has been a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the past 2 years, the rate of me going out alone to town and do activities without any friend's company has been termendously increasing. yes, i am o.k with that. yes, have more freedom to do what i want when i'm alone. but after a while, i know somehow, once in a while it could be good to have people around, to hang out, to chat, to express yourself, to get together, to do..a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get back the happiness of life i hav lost. i want to meet a lot of people again...and want to meet them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want it back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114511018654701071?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114511018654701071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114511018654701071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114511018654701071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114511018654701071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-need-break.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114502992147993910</id><published>2006-04-14T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T20:36:56.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>joined a brainstorming session with Malaysia Strategic Research Center (MSRC) on Public Transport in Klang Valley-Problems and Solutions.(or something sounded like that) it was a half-day session where the organizer should be able to sit down in one open table discussion. the people from the government, SPNB (the company that runs bus and LRT systems in K.L) and some more other people releted to the feild. unfortunately, NONE of people from the government turned up, instead, we have Rein Westra from RapidKL (at least, somebody representing a part of SPNB operations), Prof. Hamdan, a lady from town planning unit of UKM, and Teresa Kok, MP for Seputeh.(make it easier for you to recall-she is the whistle blower for the police nude squat video).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussion went pretty o.k, Dr. Abdul Razak Baginda(one of person i admire-hell, he is GOOD!) controlled the session well, but something that was lacking in the session. he did not specify some kind of scope or solid outcome he was hoping to have. yes, he did say that the outcome will somehow be sent to the people 'upstairs'(that was his own word) and he meant The Deputy Prime Ministe of Malaysia-Dato' Seri Najib Tun Razak, who is also the founder and current President of MSRC. only later at the second part of the session he mentioned that the solution wanted were any kind of immediate actions can be taken from the above people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally, people ended up 'decide' to somehow 'agree' to the idea that we need a solid (and detailed) national transport policy, need to avoid overlapping roles by various government bodies, and the need to have one strong body to enforce it. yes, true. but the problem is, none of those can be done in this coming short period of time. seemed not many people want to admit that Rapid KL is working hard doing all it can to provide the best to people and somehow, we have just got to e patient in order to have the best. nobody can deny the fact that we are somehow improving in providing the service but in the same time the competition with national car policy, plus the standard of living is getting higher(yes, our country is getting prosperous and more prosperous day by day, its just the matter where the hell the money goes is the question) where more and more people can afford to buy cars. to add to it, the ineffieciency of the public transport has been worsening from time to time gives a reason for people to (or just forced to) drive into the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people loves to put the blame on others, never on themselves. i have been using public transport since the day i was born (plus being a city boy that doesn't have rich dad to buy me a car), and now pursuing my professional degree in logistics and transportation area,  i personally have a kind of differrent way looking at the problem. its the resistence of people to adapt to the system and admits there will always be loopholes in the system and its ok to have one because nothing is perfect in this world. its how we control the level of damage it caused and turn the disbenefit into something usable is the most important part. WE are the one that need to work for the changes. the moment Dato' Muhammad (he is a retired Mejar in the Army) said people have to learn to create the walking culture and fit themself to the system, the whole hall laughed at him...without thinking what relies behind his words. even the people that deals with public transportation at hand somehow shows a kind of disbelief to the idea, how can you expact any layman on the street to take it as their way of life? just have a quick pause and think...while working towards improving the syste, does these people somehow have faith in what they are working on? because if the answer is no, then its a gate to the end of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i personally was dissaponted with the level of participation by (sorry to say-i know these people personally so i somehow felt so dissapointed when they did this) lecturers from UiTM Transport department. As the session goes, only Pak Chat used his right to voice up opinion to express his mind. others were just listening and kept on nodding when other speaks. the reason why in the first place they were calles was they were people that were experts in the issue. they were needed there to voice their mind because they conduct researches on the matter, they know the trend, they know what to expact, they just have it..but decide to keep it inside. i am their student, but i gave a hell care on what people are going to say. i was waiting for any of them to speak before i decice to just to honour them as my lecturers, the ones that have thought me. but looking at the way things went, i know i need to move on my own and make my way thru. i am proud, i raised an opinion and it was a valid one. of course later the discussion went on the hotter issues but the point is, no one can deny the validity of my concern. and i received a personal gesture from Secretary General of Chartered Institute of Logistics and Transport (CILT) Malaysia. though none of my lecturers said anything..i know, i did a right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will always fight for the bettermnet of malaysians...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114502992147993910?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114502992147993910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114502992147993910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114502992147993910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114502992147993910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/joined-brainstorming-session-with.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114494431695400640</id><published>2006-04-13T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T09:05:16.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;pampered myself for good. did all these stated below...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;went for massage for my injured finger, toe and back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;changed the seat cover for my bike.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get ENOUGH rest-didn't and didn't even bother to go work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;played ultimate in the evening.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat like a pig but still be able to run on the feild.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's all i did and i love it.&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/13917707-114494431695400640?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114494431695400640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114494431695400640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114494431695400640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114494431695400640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/pampered-myself-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114494361888494960</id><published>2006-04-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:53:39.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back in shah alam in the morning..suppose to enter the office but i was too tired for that..ended be in the office at 3pm. and the hectic part starts. its the last day of visit for the zimbabweans, that means we shall send them to the airport. taking air asia to johore because UTM is their next destination. that means..we will need to go to recently opened LCCT (Low Cost Carrier Terminal). and thats where the story begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, to get to LCCT you got to take the different route. and it is comparatively cost you more distance (and of course,  more fuel) to get there. and you might won't like the outcome you will find a zink-walled building..a quarter U shape..with a big 'M' sign from the McD that you will never miss as you drive passing the departure hall. the only thing that made it look a lively were the extensive amount of lights they put on. made it look a bit classy, but still the moment you walk in the building, two things comes to the mind...1- hell, its such a small space if this terminal is hoped to be a hub for low cost carriers in coming years..or in a smaller scope to look at it..the moment Air Asia flies MAS's current domestic route..NO WAY it can accomodate the coming traffic. even with the current traffic they have..lots of complaints were there already. 2- i personally feel this is a kind of opression or maybe a kind of on-going campaign for people not to use low cost carriers to fly because they will also receive low cost treatment from the MAB (Malaysia Airport Berhad) ..and that particular short visit to LCCT just gave me an idea to search more info and write a dedicated posting in this beautiful blog of mine. just wait for it people. it'll be there. just give me some time. an opinion from a transport practitioner, dedicated to a so-called 'development to the betterment of the industry'-my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should stop now. getting angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114494361888494960?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114494361888494960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114494361888494960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114494361888494960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114494361888494960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-in-shah-alam-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114477492780206629</id><published>2006-04-11T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:02:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spent time up until 2pm sleeping.(yes, i was hell tired) woke up, shower and prepared to ride back to gombak. got a lot of dirty clothes waiting to be washed. but before that, return the whole box of discs to Blachak so UiTM Ulty Team can play this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm going home anyway..i decided to stop by ISKL (International School of Kuala Lumpur) for an Ulty session. First time being there, and I agree with MeiJyn and Blachak. They play a higher level of game and I like it. Frankly, the way (it was just the weather-it was cloudy) they play somehow doesn't make me felt too much tired. Amazingly I can stay in the game for quite a long time. Plus, because they really play the wey it was supposed to be played, (no physical contact..the main rule. and the level of game spirit they show was really good made us play with very minimal stress. You know, we play sport..competitive one but still we are cool. Sounds good, that's exactly how i felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm waiting my laundry to be done. After that...good night, world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114477492780206629?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114477492780206629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114477492780206629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114477492780206629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114477492780206629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/spent-time-up-until-2pm-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114477430199459707</id><published>2006-04-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:51:42.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, April 10th, 2006</title><content type='html'>this is one of the busiest Monday i ever had. handling a visit from Harare Institute of Technology, Zimbabwe. I fetched 2 of 3 delegation members yesterday and one more will be here by tonight. that means another ride to the KLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately things went well the whole day. Everything was as planned except the case where we need to postpone one of the faculty visit to wedenesday. other than that..everything went good. in fact i have to say it was great. Prof. Kamhukamwe, the Acting Vice Chancellor and his collegue, Prof P. Muredzi were really using every moment they have to ask questions, understanding every single things they see, and look for opportunities to have long term collaboration with UiTM. and i really like that particular aura they were sending. hopefully for the 2nd day of visit (wednesday as tomorrow, tuesday is a public holiday for Malaysia. The country I LOVE) with Prof. E. Jonathan around will give them extra milage in looking things for the betterment of both universities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.380pm, received a phone call from Prof. Jonathan on his arrival. 12.10, left the university for KLIA.  Mr. Khairy, the driver..i have to give 2 thumbs up to him. He was at home all the way in Kg. Delek,  half-an-hour from UiTM the moment I infromed him on the arrival of Prof. Jonathan. He didn't complain at all. Not a single word. Thank you, mr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The searching for Prof. Jonathan took quite a while since he wasn't the only guy wearing blue short, with a big blue bag and a laptop in the airport. With the help of a lady from the customer service counter, we finally met. Rode back to Shah Alam, sent him to INTEKMA Resort, and I was off home for (finally) a good sleep. That happens at 2.30am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114477430199459707?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114477430199459707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114477430199459707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114477430199459707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114477430199459707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-april-10th-2006.html' title='Monday, April 10th, 2006'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114459070881979866</id><published>2006-04-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T07:45:45.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forced myself to start the day early. for a sunday morning, already be out at9.00am can be considered as a kind of early. many things gonna happen today, and no matter how it turn to be i hope i can, at the end of the day have a smooth ride home ( i mean gombak, here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a walk around the morning market near shah alam stadium, somehow i saw a large crowd circling a stall. in fact, from far i can only hear the voice of the seller while he himself was somewhere in the middle of the people. i know this must be another 'jamu' or any kind of traditional medicine telling the whole lot of stories to people, selling their stuffs..show some magic and people later get amazed..take the pills back home, hoping some kind of magic will happen on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though my heard hesistate, still... i slipped thru the crowd for the sake of finding out what really happen and hell, i was right. but somehow curiousity came in and i stood still, to be precise...i even went to the level of tolerating a bastard beside that was puffing his cigarette one after another..right beside my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i find? a man, age somewhere around 40 (but he later claimed he is 50 plus) doing a magic to turn a whole boxRM 1 note to RM 50 and 100.(mind you not a piece, but a BOX). and those Rm 1 notes will later be given to the first 20 people to become 'ibu duit'-so called can make sure your cash flow shall never stop. but just before he open it, took out about 20 rings, said to be made from 'Batu Geliga Alam' that has been 'filled ' with spells using words from the Quran, claimed to have a lot of power. if you have problem to find a job, wear the ring, turn it upside down so the stone touches the palm of a person that interviews you and things will become easier. that can also works to make a person likes you (your boss, subordinates, etc). he later told everybody that he is giving them all FREE of charge . He can't sell them, he said because he was prohibited to. But all these will only happen, provided you donate RM1 to any blind man or to the mosque. but before all that happen, you need to fill those notes in an envelope, where every person be provided with one each.he later took those envelops for the purpose so he can fill the rings in the envelopes.sounds nobel? lets move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, the medicine came out. he guarantees they will work or you can hit him to death. and the intersting part is, he will give the rings to those who buys his 'jamu's, cost RM 20 a set. if you buy 2 sets, you entitle to 2 rings. and for those that gave RM 1 earlier for the ring, if you don't buy he shall later call you as a non-believer and he'll return the money. HAH! now, what happen with the promise? and doesn't that action somehow seems as selling those rings too? and the best part...those who had given the Rm 1 notes earlier now trapped between to buy or not to buy. if they don't want to..they shall be called as a non-believer..IN PUBLIC. but if he is to buy? does he really need it? or does he really believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i decide to walk out even before the 'show' ends. before he manage to disperse all the rings, before he opens the money box. no matter the magic works or not, doens't matter to me anymore. besides, if he can do all that? why bother to sit under the hot sun and sell jamu? batter still he duplicate those money to as much as he need (or don't need) and be a rich guy. that is even better than any quick-rich scheme or MLM programs, isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after all that, i didn't consider what happened that as a waste of time, but another valuable experience to be remembered. i take it as an evidence of how hardship of life really makes people try to squeeze every single avenues they can find to get easy the simples way possible. this goes both to the seller and all his 'believers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i continue walking to my bike, saw the same scene at the other corner of the market...don't worry, i know whats happening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114459070881979866?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114459070881979866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114459070881979866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114459070881979866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114459070881979866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/forced-myself-to-start-day-early.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114450953214197365</id><published>2006-04-08T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T08:18:52.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something is wrong with the chatbox. i've post the new one. hope this will last longer.(lin should be proud with me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what will happen when an i.t-blind person work something on html codes..he can just pray what he is doing works well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as usual (it has only been 2 weeks and i started to call it 'usual') went for an ultimate pickup in UM, and according to plan at this particular moment i should be somewhere in Starhill area in KL for a drink with them. seemed that i have to let it pass tonight, maybe some other time, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 5 days have been a kind of great, hectic and fun! minus the downpour at almost every evening that deters me from doing some layout on the feild. (yes, thats what you call as 'dive' in other sports-and god, i'm so into this ultimate thingy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move on....as more and more days passed by, i become to miss my gym session more and more. and to do all that again i'm starting to think about leaving the part time job i'm soing now. not for the sake of goin gym alone, but i also hope to put more effort working on 3 projects i need to complete in order to graduate. i can't let myself stuck in this cocoon of degree-level educaion anymore. need to start working, get real-world experience..go overseas, do my masters..get my doctorate. notice that 'get married' is not in the list? simply explains the level of priority i have for that effort in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoncement: if you check my profile there'll be one more blog in my list. ingnore it. that is my guinea pig page. you know, to try new skins, etc. keep on coming to this one. and this one only! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to update my template!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114450953214197365?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114450953214197365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114450953214197365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114450953214197365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114450953214197365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-is-wrong-with-chatbox.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114395229772490456</id><published>2006-04-02T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:48:56.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and that somehow brought the thought to them too...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/378863454303_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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(its a monthly-basis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a misurable start of the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114394932937591066?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114394932937591066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114394932937591066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114394932937591066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114394932937591066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-just-remember-that-i-have-2.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114391328725572002</id><published>2006-04-01T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:41:27.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, made it for ultimate saturday pickup @ UM. with Astaka, Taylors' and Help people overthere the atmosphere was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game went well, tho i can't see very clearly (my glasses were broken, remember?) i can still manage to ride all the way from shah alam though arrived a bit late. somewhere around 9.30am. still i manage to throw well ( i mean precise and accurate) though stumbled during the first 3 throws(you know, need time to get used to the new vision)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm in gombak, took a bus ride home. i don't think i want to take any chance riding bike at night with this kind ov vision i'm having. will need to be in shah alam as soon as tomorrow to attend 2 weddings. both were people that are close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blind..i'm blind..i'm blind...i'm blind..('blind'-korn-life is peachy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114391328725572002?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114391328725572002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114391328725572002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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do that, the situation made me (yeah, talk about escapismistic-is there any of such word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regardless whatever has happened, i'm back. and i mean it. this page is not only important to you but also for me. this is the place where i express things that i want, the place where i can speak my mind up (not that i can't do it somewhere else, but i chose to do it here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, its march 31st today, the end of another month of thi year. the year that seems to be so important to me, the year when i have to decide what am i gonna be, not to forget, the year that i promised myself...to lose my tummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generally, the whole of last month went pretty hectic. i was practically occupied with something every single day. especially on weekends, i normally have 2 or more stuff to attend to and need to make the choice...be it ultimate, sife,work,debate,studies, etc..and i love it. you know how i hate to wake up in the morning, wondering what am i gonna do on that day...thats so irritating. but i admit sometimed when i got burn out, thats just what u need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am i gonna do now is to conclude things happened to me since the past 23 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the good:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended a conference organized by Malaysia Strategic Research Center titled Malaysia and Asia at Nikko Hotel where Deputy Prime Minister of Malaysia gave the keynote speech (this is my 2nd time to meet him face to face this year ). My lecturer later tole me that she saw me on t.v during news=). I have to say it was an AWESOME thing. A lot of high level discussion and paper presentation, especially on the second day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attened a public lecture organized by Soka Gakkai Malaysia titled 'Islam Under Seige'. Lecture given by Dr. Akbar Ahmed from University of America, Washington D.C, USA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helped out in UiTM-University of Pretoria-High Commission of South Africa meeting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went ot Semi-Finals of Inti College Ultimate Tournament - The biggest (as for now) Ultimate competition in Malaysia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attended UM Ultimate Fun Day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Upgraded to Yellow belt for Shito-Ryu Karate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Organized and joined a karate demo during the UiTM Inter-College Opening ceremony.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got an offer for an interview as Management Trainee at a shipping company. (and l really want to make it happen..i like the company so much!! ( this will happen coming tuesday-april 4th)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went for a horse ride at ulu yam with magic and uncle kamaruddin (thats lin's dad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;magic found me the song i have been looking for so long..(meatloaf-anything for love)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made my parents happy by being in penang during my cousin's wedding.(though i need to rush after UM's fun day and be there by night as the wedding took off the next day-biasa lah, kena tolong2, etc...dah kata penang family)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the not so good:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;too busy - no chance for gym session.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not being able to take care of my diet -and i'm back on the old weight, i guess.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;project paper-no progress.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my cousin got to find this page..(hell, she REALLY worked hard searching for it).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have been delaying to claim my pay from the UiTM International Office.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;not sure good or not so good:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;helped to 'save' my cousin (i won't mention which one) from a guy on their first blind date. she thought that guy gonna be a freak, happened to be (when i reached there and this is from my point of view) for the first impression..i think o.k, lah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;broke my specs..was is a blessing (so i can change to new look) or a disguise?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;so what do you think...pretty 'balanced' month right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, as i told you earlier, i'll be here more frequent again. watch out for more hot stories and pecah-kepala news!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;people, please pray for my luck..really need it for the tuesday interview...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114391169692169052?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114391169692169052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114391169692169052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114391169692169052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114391169692169052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/03/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114182831959542434</id><published>2006-03-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:49:14.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have to admit that i am an IT blind kind of person. most of the time, when i plays around with cursors and buttons, i have no freaking idea on whats going to happen next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one fine day several months ago, i thought i have clicked on one option in this blog features that made me have to approve every little comments you post as to react to my postings. just found out that this morning and i had one quite long list of comments i never approve. i'm sorry people, my bad. now i know why is it all these while nobody commented on things that i write, thoght it was too boring until everybody have nothing to say about it...actually i was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, everybody for all your comments. i love it. will try to approve everything you put on as long as it doesn't hurt the third party.(i.e. to say that jesus is a bastard, or something like that) i don't think i would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry again, my bad..my bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it is an important night tonight...Arsenal v.s Real Madrid. The Gunners have an advantage on 1 away goal..but i somehow still have doubt on how that could help much..as real will also play as an away team tonight. please god, please..really need this one to happen. after my Catalan brothers dumped Mourinho's people in a shame last night..i really need this one to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know all of you are with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go! Gunners, Go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114182831959542434?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114182831959542434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114182831959542434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114182831959542434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114182831959542434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-to-admit-that-i-am-it-blind.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114173738110766313</id><published>2006-03-07T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T05:16:21.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i took this know-your-colour test... here is the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Your color is black. The color of night. Serene and mysterious, black conjures up images of elegant evening gowns, dashing tuxedos, and gleaming limousines. Traditionally a symbol of success, black also represents power and an uncompromising demand for perfection. Not surprisingly, you tend to set challenging goals for yourself and do whatever it takes to achieve them — your strength of character is second to none. This unfaltering determination, along with your natural elegance, impresses people. But keep in mind that your personality might be intimidating to some. Try to temper your demanding side with a little softness — trust us, it won't kill you. Overall, though, black is the color of professionalism and achievement, which means it's clearly the color for you.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds a kind of true also..especially the 'intimidating' part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intersted to take the test? here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1108&amp;type=t" target="_blank"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/invite?test=1108&amp;amp;type=t&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114173738110766313?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114173738110766313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114173738110766313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114173738110766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114173738110766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-took-this-know-your-colour-test.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114173952299126596</id><published>2006-03-07T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:13:48.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March 6, 2006</title><content type='html'>monday..starting today, my 1-month holiday from my duties in UiTM international office ends. but being me, i decide not to be there yet. planned to be there after Pak Ngku's class...maybe it was too hard to achieve. as the class finishes, the only thing i see in my mind was my nice bed in my house.  guess what? i did that. evening, went for frisbee thingy, night, karate training, later night, joined kamal, adar, and julie for kuey-teow in sec. 7, and later that night, hang out with Magic (she is currently in Shah Alam, a pit stop in her 'Media Hunt' event, organized accidentally by a person that i know also..its Abg Mie, brother of one of my good friend since secondary skool, O-Chai) for a chat session while watching Oscar.(repeated-the actual time the show took time was this morning). went back..tired..and zzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114173952299126596?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114173952299126596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114173952299126596&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114173952299126596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114173952299126596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-6-2006.html' title='March 6, 2006'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114173885135311882</id><published>2006-03-05T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T05:40:51.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this week is a disaster, but yet full of satisfaction. i only managed to go for my gym session 2 times, that was on monday and tuesday. wednesday 'till saturday was filled with various activities such as to handle 3-days SIFE exhibition. UiTM had a PC Fair in the campus. For those who don't know what PC Fair is, it is an event where sellers and of computer and electronic gadgets come together and offer good discounts for their potential buyers. But being UiTM, it's not that alone. SIFE's 'mother'...MEDEC (Malaysian Enterprenurial Development Center) gave us a booth so we can show to world anything about SIFE, indirecly it plays a big role in allowing us to have a massive recruitment drive. The outcome was good, the feeling was so good the moment people came to us and start wondering where the hell those cups, medals, and trophies came from. and the pictures...all of them..awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to forget, as usual..i will be the most enthusiast person anytime a blodd donation drive comes  to town. did that, for the eighth time in my life.go away with all bullshits where you shall gain weight everytime you do it..i don't believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, giving the location of the fair is in the UiTM sports complex itself, gave me a chance to try my luck in frisbee...this is not the normal way you play it as to throw it anywhere and everwhere you want..this game have a system of its own. the combination of rugby and netball..quite good, i felt good. gonna keep on doing this. at least i made some more friends in this last semester of mine in this beloved university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i fulfilled one of my childhood dream..to 'fly' like a superman. a group of sports and recreation kids set up a flying-fox downhill from the 'Padang Kawad' to the sports complex. and i did that..with the hook on my back, allowing me to perform the Superman's trademark posture when he flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three days to do all above...made you a kind of tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday, the results for All-Asians try out was released, i was not in the list..and i totally understand why. no heart feeling at all, i have to say. in fact, i was a little worried if i got in the list. it much better to have the juniors to fill the space rather than an of old man that hve not being debating for a long..long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday,i rode back to gombak on sunday for the sake to wash my clothes...plus to meet my parents and sister, of course. i was lucky because in the evening, rina dungun came and brought me to this nice restaurant in ampang. as usual, i have no way to recall the name of the place. it was totally nice. a perfect place for a first date. chow guys, i got to go now...need to be back in shah alam by tonight. chiao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114173885135311882?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114173885135311882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114173885135311882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114173885135311882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114173885135311882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-week-is-disaster-but-yet-full-of.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114154732673141670</id><published>2006-02-27T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:58:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a friend back in the days when i was in secondary skool. we used to call him 'Apex'. in fact, until today the name still stick to him. the last time we met..i guess should be a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something interesting abuot this guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a very pias person when it comes to be an obidient son. if i'm not mistaken, his father passed away, prior to the day when i got to know him.(that should be somewhere in 1998). im also not sure on what course that he is to take the role of the one to be responsible on the family after his mother, but what i know is...he has been doing that since then...until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bare in mind, though being put in that kind of position..according to people, he has never changed. he kept being one of the nicest bloke in the skool. being friendly to everybody, keep making new friends day by day, and join us his classmate in every soccer game they had(going against the other class and other teams).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that make people recognize him, and also a sign of his obidience towards his mother...appears when every time i bump into him on the road..50% of the times..it was him and his mother sitting on the passanger's seat. carrying the mother anywhere she wants. sometime they have several plastic bags on the bike's handle or on their hands, sometime it was only them...this boy has been doing this since at least for the last 8 years. and since then again,i have been wondering...how does it feel to have your mom on the bike when you were riding. doesn't it seemed to be awkward? some of our friend, after our soccer session in Port Bangla every evening sometime asked,"tak geli ke bawak mak sendiri naik motor?" (don't he feel weird to carry his mom around on the bike?)when most of friends of mine rides motorbike to most place they go, i guess maybe there is some relevance for them to come out with that kind of question. yeah, when they normally carry girls where they shall receive nice tight hold from the back, or a joy of breasts that acts as the 'shock absorber' everytime it bumps on them after the emergency brakes'...for sure that kind of ideas comes to their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i finally found the answer today. as early as 6.10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother send my dad's car for some painting work. it was on my dad's request. that leaves the house with no car. my brother has left for his class in MFI last night. that leaves me the only man with transport at home. my mom was late for work. needed a ride to the nearest bus stop. and this is where the mighty mouse's 'here i come to save the day' really means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to add, later at 11am, i was about to leave the house heading to shah alam..my dad..needed a ride to PUTRA-LRT station. the same case applies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder how it feels? it was hell a heavy responsibility i felt on my shoulder. the person i carry were the two that brought me to this world, and have been doing whatever it needs to make me the person i am today..these two people were the one where my other brothers and sister rely to live, and look for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have found the answer...only three words i hve for my friend, apex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I RESPECT YOU, brother"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114154732673141670?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114154732673141670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114154732673141670&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114154732673141670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114154732673141670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-got-friend-back-in-days-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114094573599684706</id><published>2006-02-26T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:48:42.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dropped by in swee kheng's blog. its not something i regularly do, though i always love to pay visit to friends' blogpages, somehow i rarely click on his link that has been there for ages on my blog. maybe because i am not really close to him..or what, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i kept on scrolling down, i found one BEAUTIFUL post. it was from him, as a tribute for his late dad. it was so nice, so beautiful, touched me so much. i practically can feel the aura he wanted to send together in his writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading that reminds me to a friend of mine, in one of her post..she talked about her dad. that one was another good one. i liked that one so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is, i love to read from those who writes from their heart. and in the case when you talk about you dad, a person that have been living with you for long..it has to come from there. its nothing you can look at a glance and goes on and on about. its about something you have seen so long..as long as your life, know about it, feel it in your heart, and then..on one fine day it came to you that you suddenly want to talk about it. only then, you will start doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i really hope i could do something like that. i really want to be somebody that is able to express myself very deep...or at least to be able to make people feel the sense i want to send. to be able to make people feel what i feel just by writing it down, or say it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is...i just can't do that right. at least not yet right now. and until today, i guess i remain being a person that keep my feelings at heart. it has been like that for so long until at this point of time, it's a kind of normal for me to no to have much feeling on anything. at least that is what i thought about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the problem? is it me, is it my incapability to use the right language, or i just the person i am now..a person with less heart?i have to admit that my level of english is not high, but at least it is at a level that i could never imagine 6 years ago. i'm still in the effort to improve myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever it is, i just wanna pray the best for myself, and also for all people out there that always give themself a chance to be better day by day..no matter in any feild.(hopefully the good ones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the other part of the story. you know why i simply feel touched when a person manage to write well about their parents? (in this case, their dad)...because if you want to do that now...i won't be able to do it. i have to admit that i don't know much about my dad. maybe the culture of our family is a part of the thing to be blamed, but i believe everything pretty much falls on me too. i didn't make much effort for it. as much as my friends were amazed how my dad and can have such a good conversation together, actually we didn't really talk much. i mean, the substance we shared. it will always on very basic stuffs. i don't think he even know how many girlfriends i had, or what is my favourite color. as return, i don't know those stuffs from his side too..but one thing i have to admit, his friends were so cool when i sit down with them and have some chat.yes, i'm talking about a 24 years old guy sitting with a group of 56 years old and above. that is one of the main source for me to know stories of my dad when he was young, plus occasionally he tells me some too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do i do about this? ... leave it like that? try to work something out? maybe..but what is that 'something'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody please tell me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114094573599684706?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114094573599684706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114094573599684706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114094573599684706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114094573599684706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/dropped-by-in-swee-khengs-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114097087163124163</id><published>2006-02-25T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T08:21:11.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after more than 1 year not debating, out of nowhere i somehow being put in a situation where i have to debate and guess what? its for the All-Asian teams selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i did B.A.D. plus all of us (hehe..at least i wasn't the only that did bad) got a nice shout from Tubs...thanks, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this means? i might have to become a freeloader in the next debate trip to Langkawi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, got to gain money from now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114097087163124163?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114097087163124163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114097087163124163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114097087163124163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114097087163124163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-more-than-1-year-not-debating.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114080429345489306</id><published>2006-02-25T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:04:53.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th February 2006</title><content type='html'>a little force to yourself, for yourself, by yourself could do miracle. and that was what happened to me today. i was late for to be at the SIFE exhibiton..organized by UiTM student affairs dept, in conjunction with the Young Leaders Convention opening ceremony whereby the Deputy Prime Minister to officiate the thing. I practically didn't sleep last night..i just can't. i tried hard but seemed that it didn't work. but i think it was a bless someway because because of that, i can help a friend of mine.mildred and the gang. they were on their way to UiTM and they got lost. so, since i just can't sleep, or should i say trying to be a good host since i am from UiTM...i did them a favor by fetching them up and showed them the way from the closest point they can get to shah alam..in this case, the ProJet gas station in section 13. i only managed to somehow sleep (if you consider to wake up every 45 mins as still a sleep) at 5.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made it to the exhibition, and guess what, i had a chance to be one of SIFE's spokesperson to explain our activitis to Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak, the Deputy Prime Minister of Malaysia. It wasn't long, but it was long enough for us to have a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way for Friday prayer, encoutered a situation where a boy (UiTM student) involved in an motorcycle accident. he was lying on the streetside, and there were around 15 people around him. i stopped over, asked that if anybody did call the ambulance? guess what..? NO ONE have a logical mind to think that. its not that i want to say that i'm great or what, but at least, in the sane mind..have some guts to think. one thing they tried to do, (at least) tried to stop some cars, to give the poor boy a lift to the UiTM's health center. a lady with BMW stopped by, but as the people acted so slowly to bring the boy to the car, she left...( i wonder who to blame...the lady or the crowd, or both?). so i rode my cheap Honda EX5 to the health center, just to find out that there were no driver available as all of them went for the friday prayer.and they can do nothing about it...hell..can't they try to use one technology called the CELL PHONE? can't they call the guy and tell him that he is needed urgently. a boy is lying on the roadside, bleeding, unconcious...don't you have some heart to help? or at least...remember...it's your job. the god will ask you in during the judgement on the hereafter, how much did he do in performing his obligaton as the person who is responsible on students' health? what did he do with the money he received by working half-heartedly...the money that being used to feed his wife, his children? hell..why don't people think about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god a girl (good looking also ='&gt;) offered help. so we went on her vitara.thank god the moment we got there, UiTM patrol car actually have been there first and brought the boy to the center. i later had a chat with the boy's friend. got to know the story and all...i guess he should be O.K...i pray for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to my room, (yes, i missed my friday prayer) and i somehow fall asleep. woke up later in the evening and i know i got to go to the gym. i have promised Jan. but inside me..it feels so...lazy. again, i forced myself...and guess what? i lost 700grams today! as i went out just now, i was 79.5kg. i love it...love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm in the cc woth edzuan, waiting for (its 2am now) hafiedz, hendra and masai to finish playing snooker so we can go back home...hmm..seems like my plan to wake up early tomorrow (that means today), maybe to go for a light sesssion in the gym before i go to the debate training...will not happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara, pople!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114080429345489306?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114080429345489306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114080429345489306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114080429345489306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114080429345489306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/24th-february-2006.html' title='24th February 2006'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114071510632979874</id><published>2006-02-23T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T19:24:20.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its another beautiful start of the day. sure you can guess why... yes people, god has heard my prayer...my catalan brothers has gave the over-pempered kids of chelsea a lesson to learn- Just because you play at your home ground, that does not mean that you can simply hit a 19-year old boy hard as if his parents weren't looking. a 2-1 win plus a red card for Del Horno was just a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, the meeting i had with Pn. Che Meriam this day actually made me a little worry. i was really looking foward for her say just now but it seemed to hard to happen as she has to make a little more research and put my proposal into higher level of consideration. that would means it might involve the Assistant Vice Chancellor and even 'better'..the Vice Chancellor of the university himself. i just pray for my luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got my pink Dockers shirt embossed with SIFE UiTM logo today...thanks to zamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides all that, i have to say the day went ok. i was a frustated for not being able to go for a session in the gym..it was a heavy downpour. other than that..life is ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114071510632979874?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114071510632979874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114071510632979874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114071510632979874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114071510632979874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-another-beautiful-start-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114062295549695883</id><published>2006-02-22T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T07:51:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day started in such a beautiful manner. though i spent last night sleepless...yerp..after being soaked in the rain while i was on my way back to shah alam, i went out for a drink with Emilia and Khairul in Khulafa Bistro where i later met my SIFE people..and later Rafai'e from my debate club. for a while, i have to say that i felt a kind of famous, i have to say.from there Zamil was suppose to send me back to home until Senoi and him came out with an idea to catch a midnight movie. drove ourself to One Utama just to get to know that the movie got cancelled as result of no crowd. hell, only if we were there earlier. just for the purpose to kill the time, we went to the new Uptown. after Senoi had 4 packs of nasi lemak, Zamil ate 5, and myself..2+Koteow Kerang..we drove back to shah alam when i received a challange from Rafai'e to watch Champions Legue Quarter Finals-Arsenal vs. Real Madrid with Hefiedz and him. Being a real Arsenal fan I am, I was game for it. Hafiedz and me..were all time Arsenal. Rafai'e was the only on Real's side. He was so confident that his team gonna win. I personally have some doubt looking at the way both team performing in their own league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all that doubt, the moment Reyes had his chance denied by Cassilason the first minute, I know it was an Arsenal's game. And the truth was decided the moment Henry dribbled the ball passed 3 Real's defender before he went for a nice cross shot from the left to the right side of the goal. And the result stays though The Gunners was should be able to score more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That impliedly means that all our drinks and food bill were paid by...Rafai'e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing today...though i was suppose to watch a movie with a friend but the plan got to be cancelled at the last minute..but still there was another good part of today. After 4 days not going to gym for various reasons...i was still manage to maintain my weight at normal level. Entered the gym with 80.5 kg and walked out with 79.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, its Barcelona-Chelsea's game. All of you knows that in the EPL, my rank is Arsenal-Chelsea-Livepool since I was in school. In the La Liga, Barcelona is the one i associate myself to.(FYI, i have met the whole team of Braca during my visit to Barcelona in 204). But for tonight's game, i root myself to Barca. All the way, Ronnie...make The Blues feel the hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114062295549695883?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114062295549695883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114062295549695883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114062295549695883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114062295549695883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-started-in-such-beautiful-manner.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114051968300465029</id><published>2006-02-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:57:22.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's an important day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i represented UiTM International Office in a meeting with MARA today. I was there on time, and i felt good about it. the moment i walked into the room, i just found out that i was the youngest human creature in the room, plus there was even a guy with Dato' titleship sitting in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i know i got to perform good. i'm carrying the image of UiTM, a university that i'm proud of on my shoulder. and i guess i did quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm at home..having some good food my mom cooked. and i have to rush back to shah alam. got to go to the gym...but unfortunately its raining here. i wonder..will i have to miss another session today? this doesn't seem to be a good trend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just pray for my luck, people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114051968300465029?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114051968300465029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114051968300465029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051968300465029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051968300465029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-important-day_21.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114051915554042817</id><published>2006-02-20T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:52:35.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so dissapointed with myself today. i felt so tired. i practically slept from 3pm until i just found out that i have just missed my gym session and karate class at 9.59pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell..how can i be so tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i used too much energy during the 2-days SIFE program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114051915554042817?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114051915554042817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114051915554042817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051915554042817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051915554042817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-so-dissapointed-with-myself-today.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114051896329931881</id><published>2006-02-20T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:49:23.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 19th, 2006</title><content type='html'>the second day on the SIFE program. today it was even better. the people put their whole heart on it. plus the support we received from our alumni, made us and our juniors were so into it. the program ended with success. but it is to early to say anything, because the second phase is yet to come. after that, then we can really say either it was a success or what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night, went to send Lin at the airport. with a good friend of mine we drove all the way, chit chatting on a lot of stuffs, it has been quite a long time since the last time we met. met magic at the airport, and later Lin and her whole family. For those that know how Lin's family looks alike, you will be able to imagine how nice the situation was. the family members were so close to each other..it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way back from KLIA, another chit-chat session..i love it. i seriously like it when i got to talk to this friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey..i wanna leave now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114051896329931881?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114051896329931881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114051896329931881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051896329931881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051896329931881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-19th-2006.html' title='February 19th, 2006'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114051816972570772</id><published>2006-02-18T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:36:09.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a program with my beloved SIFE people. was a good one. the food was good too. this time, i love the participants. they were great! very enthusiast. very honest to themselves, and very keen to learn. i know the people i saw there were people that will make it big in the future...and i'm pretty sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin is going to leave for Korea tomorrow. i have made a plan to send her at KLIA. i really wish my plan to go Korea this June become real, because having a good friend around is going to be so good. plus my awesome korean friends.. i miss them so much. wanna see if my fellas doing good in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ended staying over in edz's place again after a long session on 'Need for speed - Most wanted'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114051816972570772?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114051816972570772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114051816972570772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051816972570772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051816972570772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/program-with-my-beloved-sife-people.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114051778114836148</id><published>2006-02-17T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:29:41.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, a session in the gym..went for a SIFE meeting at night, spent the night in edz's place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of BORING..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114051778114836148?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114051778114836148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114051778114836148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051778114836148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051778114836148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-much.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114051757546776116</id><published>2006-02-16T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:26:15.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lin called for a session on a hindi movie in which i can't recall the title. considering this would be the last time for us to watch movie together in until the next four years, i reschedule my time table so i can make it to be in KLCC by 2.30.went to the gym as early as 10.30am, and left shah alam at 1.30. i only managed to grab grilled chicken foldover from mcD KL sentral, hoping i could smuggle it in the cinema and enjoy my lunch while watching some pretty Indians dancing and rolling themselves on the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i made it.i was on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin said she has been waiting for the movie since last year. don't know why the producer has been postponing the release of the movie for several times. but the cast line up was good...hm, i guess maybe the producer was waiting for a valentine's day as the movie theme was love. or else, maybe the movie wasn't good enough to compete with other movie produced in Bollywood. ( you know that India produces the most amount of movies in the world, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the movie starts..a guy singing a song while playing guitar.(you know how hindi stars love to fake their actions on musical instruments, and i still wonder how in the world they keep on going like that..was the cost of a course on instruments was too high there, or what?). i was still ok about it. and keep on watching, at this point i already had my food ready for bite. i slowly started to eat the nice and the only healthy menu from McD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the movie goes on and on...it became sooo.. rediculous...a song for every 4 minutes, a psycho lady giving away her virginity for a rising singer and later want to claim her love, the very stupid and non-existence tolerence when her boyfriend spend so much time with his lady manager.(eventhough she had to spend the Valentine's Day alone and more ironically...it was their 7th anniversary)..and what was the outcome? the psycho lady ended up commit sucide as to retribute her love..what ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it was a crappy movie..(even Lin had a big laugh on it)..i guess the time spent with a friend is the essential part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i bought the chicken foldover...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114051757546776116?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114051757546776116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114051757546776116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051757546776116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114051757546776116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/lin-called-for-session-on-hindi-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-114001511317959123</id><published>2006-02-15T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T06:51:53.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one lesson i learnt today. NEVER SLEEP AFTER YOU HAD YOUR BREAKFAST !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weight was 81.0kg the moment i enterd the gym yesterday. i followed my diet right...until one part. i accidently fall asleep after taking my breakfast. it was the effect after staying 3/4 of the night watching EPL match. it was Arsenal vs Liverpool. Bad enough after my team lost by 1 goal.the undeserving one. Rafa Banitez was so desperate until he have to brought in Luis Gracia, and it was a good move. He scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's continue with the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the gym, as usual..weight check. and i was shocked to death to find out i'm at 81.9kg..and that was (at least for me) B.A.D !!!!! i forced myself really hard so i can lose all those nasty weight i hate. unfortunately, an accident happened involving my good friend so i have to leave the place in hurry. without being able to complete the whole set of exersize. but that was ok. i'll go again tomorrow and hopefully..a good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sunway university college for a lecture from a Professor from National University of Singapore. Prof Wang. It was on 'Understanding China's Current Perspective' or something like that. The lecture was good. i like it so much because it was on the technical part of being in the central govt. of china itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to leave now.if not edzuan is going to get mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: correction...Lin will be taking 'International Studies' and not Journalism in Eee Hwa University in Korea. Ampun, Lin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-114001511317959123?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/114001511317959123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=114001511317959123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114001511317959123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/114001511317959123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-lesson-i-learnt-today.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113981992268875756</id><published>2006-02-13T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:48:30.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's monday and i'm at home. my comrades from CILT were fighting to the max in their PQE (Professional Qualifying Examination) exams. good luck, ya'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why in the world am i still at home at this hour. according to initial plan, i should be in Shah Alam, in the gym with Hafiedz and Edzuan now. but something has stopped me from riding back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reached home yesterday she was so exited, like i'm a Santa bringing home tons of presents. she was jumping all over. she was so happy. then i started thinking..if i am to come home and leave as soon as possible, would that be worth it? at least for my sister..to meet her brother that hardly comes back home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to wait until she comes back from school today. spend some time with her..then i'll go back. but there was more to it, she requested me to cook her fried rice. i know by doing that, i'll need to eat the rice too with her, in which i don't want to. coz it may hurt my diet. but i finally eat it anyway. my enthusiasm to go on healthy diet can't beat the happiness of my sis to have lunch with her own brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is the one thing i learn today...being me, with several role to play doesn't mean i can simply ditch away one in order to satisfy the other. in this case, since i have taken too much rice, guess that i have to skip my dinner. meaning to say...i'll be starving the whole nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..but maybe it won't turn that bad. i'll be going to gym later this evening and a karate session (this will be my first) would be enough to help me burning out some unwanted calories..should be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113981992268875756?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113981992268875756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113981992268875756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113981992268875756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113981992268875756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-monday-and-im-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113975925726528602</id><published>2006-02-12T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:42:21.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a session in RACTAR was a good start of the day. went there once, with my wonderful korean friends...and this time, though wasn't as fun as last time..still a good one for me. those kids were as before, still cool...still nice...still great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even better, my team was AWESOME!!! for many of them, this is their first time. amazingly, they did a GREAT job. the kids love them. i love them too. keep up the good work, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the not so nice thing today...i ate too much. but i guess it was worth doing...no food in the world beats those cooked by my mom. tomorrow i guess i'll need to fast...have been working hard to lose unnecessary fat. pray for my success, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was raining (again) today...thank god i still manage to ride home, even it was a bit later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy lah..nite, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113975925726528602?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113975925726528602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113975925726528602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113975925726528602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113975925726528602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/session-in-ractar-was-good-start-of.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113976024024859077</id><published>2006-02-11T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:04:00.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the initial plan was to go for a horse ride in ulu yam, but as today is a thaipusam day, Batu Caves is so going to be crowded by the Hindus...the road is so gonna be jam packed.so the plan got to be postponed until further notice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i got to think of a way to spent today..i can't go back because i need to be here tomorrow for a program with orphanage in RACTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i practically spent 70% of today in edz's place... 'soul calibur III' seemed to hard to resist. plus zikri my 'sifu' was around..made the atmosphere better. to watch him, beating edz by at least 24-10 was such a nice feeling..after all those day i have to lose to edz, hehehe..(evil laugh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night,went to Lin's farewell party. it was held in Swensen's Subang. she'll be flying off to Korea to pursue her studies in Journalism. cool, huh! GOD, i want to do my master overseas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.K..here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113976024024859077?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113976024024859077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113976024024859077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976024024859077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976024024859077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/initial-plan-was-to-go-for-horse-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113976222808171677</id><published>2006-02-10T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:37:08.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after so long, i'm back in debate training room. it was a kind of tough trying to challange my brain to work again. though it was hard, i got to admit..it was  nice one. really nice one. i will try to stick to the session as frequent as i can. that's one of the thing i wanna do this year. before i graduate, i want to go back to the platform that has made me who i am today, the one that made me able and confidnet enough to write this blog, the one that i love..the debating scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember, the first debate i went thru. i was paired with mr.nazim. the motion was 'THBT Green is an unhealthy colour'. Hafiedz and Edzuan was on the other side. my English was poor. i couldn't really understand what the heck they were talking about. the next thing i know, it was my turn..and Nazim 'loaded' me with stuffs i got to say. while he wrote a kind of little note and hope i can remember all things he said to me..sir, i couldn't understand you, lah! so i went up, tried my best. god, even in that condition..4 minutes plus was the record. not so bad for a first timer, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, under the spirit of thoghtherness...a session in Khulafa Bistro always the agenda after every training. people were trying hard to make Hafiedz and me consume mee goreng mamak, just for the fun of it. i know all these were just a little challange from god in order for me to accomplish my mission. to lose my tummy by may and even better..if i could shape up my body.make it look better.that may sound funny for some people, but if there's no will, there's no way. believe me or not, i am now 81.9 kg, compared 82.7 the first day i started my program..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know the journey is still far...but i will keep on going for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113976222808171677?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113976222808171677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113976222808171677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976222808171677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976222808171677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/after-so-long-im-back-in-debate.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113976316406199763</id><published>2006-02-09T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T08:52:44.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>started the day early, i went to the computer lab in Menara to complete my Transport Planning Assignment. i got to do a presentation today, spent few hours doing research and the power point presentation. the unlucky thing is...i got late to class, my professor has already start with her lecture.my presentation should be before that. so i guess..maybe in the next class, i'll have my chance.hopefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as promised, at 3pm plus, i went to the gym. we had a heavier workout today. if during the previous days we worked only on cardio, its time for us to move into chest, leg and arm workout. and advanced abs workout. it was a kind of fun, though the pain is more. but none of that will stop us from going towards our dream...just wait, world...the time will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the junior debate training at night, i was glad to see the faces of people that will carry the challange in the debating scene, under the banner of UiTM. we got good future in this. i believe.a session in Khulafa Bistro was a good way to close the night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113976316406199763?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113976316406199763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113976316406199763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976316406199763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976316406199763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/started-day-early-i-went-to-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113976400528633897</id><published>2006-02-08T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T09:06:45.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to office. i have decided. i'm going to take a one-month leave. reason? i got to concentrate on my project paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kind of sad to do that. i like this place. the people. the work. the ambiance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worry, got to sacrifice a bit in order to go for a greater success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late evening, went to the gym, unexpectedly, the so called famous Mr. Nazim was there too. as usual, started to tell stories..out of everything we talked about, the were only 2 things that he wanted to deliver. first, he read this blog..yerp, he read my blog. second, he want me to know, and indirecly tell all of you that he also have one (blog). go to &lt;a href="http://nazimshaari.blogspot.com"&gt;http://nazimshaari.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; . you will find one plain..common beginner blog. thats the one.heheh..(sir, you should be glad..i did  you a favor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a healthy dinner after that..a chapati IS a healthy dinner, rite? hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113976400528633897?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113976400528633897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113976400528633897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976400528633897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113976400528633897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-to-office.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113976444121716991</id><published>2006-02-07T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T09:14:01.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its an important day. i'm going back to gym starting today. with hafiedz, we were there as early as 5pm to know that the 5pm to 7pm session was reserved for the UiTM staffs. darn, shy in the world they should be given a special session when all people in the world knows that that 2 hours was the most common time to excercise for EVERYBODY. not only them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that event wasn't good enough to kill our spirit. we went to Perindu, had some chat while waiting for 7pm. the time came and we were so happy. 1-hour session in cardio sweats us to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will come, and we will continue this battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aza!Aza!FIGHTING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113976444121716991?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113976444121716991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113976444121716991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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journey full of fun...jokes, trivias, stupid trivias, and hours of laughter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys and girls out there...i'm sorry for not being around for four days. left for Arau Open Debating Championship, a tournament hafiedz and i innitiated 4 years ago and being carried out until today is such a nice thing to do when i felt so down with things happening in my life. the feel of proud, looking at my successors, working their ass off for the sake of preserving the english debating scene in UiTM Arau from tragedic death made me believe that the battle been fought 5 years ago was a worth one. kudos to ainon and afiq, where debate has meet the 2 souls to 1 (though they don't believe by 'declaring' their relationship is an important thing compared to the joy they have now). also to the excellent tab team lead by edzuan..(that just proves that after all the pain he went thru, he is still an as-kicker). Dan was great as Cheif Adjudicator. (he..he..a good debut, i guess? dare for another?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hafiedz repeated the history..he won the tournament thought was paired up with 2 freshies (Arau Open was their 1st tournament)..beat UiTM Shah Alam Dream Team - Zharif, Anna, Khairun. The first time he did it was 4 years ago..the first Arau Open. yes, we organized, we debated, and we won the tournament. (damn that lady from Penang...because of her, my team..during that time, we were the UiTM Arau Dream Team..Myself, Alia, and Aaron. She gave us the lost just because she likes the slang a debater from UUM has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..it's just a part of it...i love debating and i will always do. no matter what people says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 3 days was fun. the trip going to Arau..for the first time ever in my life we stopped 5 to 6 times along the way.with various reasons of course. the seafood we had, the rounds we went thru...those faces that will be remembered...the ambiance of UiTM Arau, place where i spent 3 years of my life. the unexpected phone call from my ex.(she was the girl i was with during my studies in Arau) all that..i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder when will be the next time i be in one of the place i love..UiTM Arau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113923685693332844?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113923685693332844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113923685693332844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113923685693332844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113923685693332844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-voicetired-bored-lazyand-grumpy.html' title='lost voice,tired, bored, lazy..and grumpy'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113879011846550795</id><published>2006-02-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:02:56.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sorry, lin. i know i promised you to be there at the kenduri but i was really sick. kept on vomiting since morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113879011846550795?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113879011846550795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113879011846550795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113879011846550795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113879011846550795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-am-sorry-lin.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113879001107712434</id><published>2006-01-31T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:33:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somebody told me that we can guess what mood a person is in by knowing songs that thery are hearing to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, everybody out there, give my your shot. this is my list. the song's name first, followed by the singer's name. here they are..(not in particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nyanyian Serambi - Ramli Sarip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bersenda Sama  - Ramli Sarip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gema Alam - Ramli Sarip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pupus - Dewa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Satu - Dewa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love - GerhanaSkaCinta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kau Ilhamku - Man Bai&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Photograph - Nickelback&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menanti Sebuah Jawapan - Padi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sesuatu Yang Indah - Padi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UEFA Champions Leagu Theme&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;And i have just realize that 9 out of 11 songs were songs in Malay language. Its a kind of weird, dowh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113879001107712434?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113879001107712434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113879001107712434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113879001107712434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113879001107712434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/somebody-told-me-that-we-can-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113878927860002858</id><published>2006-01-30T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T02:21:18.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have nothing much to tell about what happens today except the fact that i helped to paint the house. literally, that's the only meaningful thing i did today besides watching Naruto-a Japanese anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do want to talk about last night, though there were not much things to say. i just want to tell you that i went to Bukit Permai last night, watching the beautiful scene of Kuala Lumpur city from the top of the hill. my friend and i, Rina were so bored and tensed with our own matters and we decide to have some moment to release all those unnecessary burden in our mind. as usual, played swing. it's just this time around, we weren't so lucky. for the first time, i got warned ( Rina described it as being chased away ) not to use facilities provided only for children of 12-years and below. hehe..what's wrong in trying to live back your good memories as kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this case, realizing the fact that most of the people that comes to the park (especially at night) were the adults, and in most case scenario...majority of them were like us tonight. we were there to release all the unwanted memories and get all the sweet ones back. to the caretaker of the garden, i request you to provide US the facilities. make it compatible for us to use. and don't ever again, disturb our chance to get something that we deserve...the enjoyment of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds fair enough, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113878927860002858?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113878927860002858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113878927860002858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113878927860002858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113878927860002858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-have-nothing-much-to-tell-about-what.html' 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way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its faiz's wedding ceremony today and guess who's the wife? yes, you are right, people..she is Nurhanani Abdullah. they have been together since their last year in UiTM Arau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could still remember those days when my good friend Faiz sat on the floor, thinking about his future with this girl, nani..he was so into that lady until he was willing to go thru all the hardship to get her. it's a long story...and i have no intention to cut it short here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bottom line is, they finally have passed the first challenge. to bring their love story into the new wave. as husband and wife, we know that there will be so much more for them to go thru. i will always pray for their best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was shaking hands with my old mates presence to the ceremony, as to show respect and support to one of the comrade, i have to admit that my eyes was trying hard to find someone that i know. someone that used to be the closest person to me. she is my ex-girlfriend. then i started thinking, what would i do if the moment i see her, she is with her boyfriend? i would have no problem if she is alone. she told me once that the boy he is currently with is a kind tend to be extremely jelous. and meeting me is one of the thing that is strictly prohibited.in that case, how should i react? to act as if nothing happens or pretend we never know each other so she won't be blamed by the moron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...am i that powerful until someone that in the name of god DON'T know me at all have to worry so much. hey, i have already move on with my life. remember that. all i want is just to treat a friend as a friend and give the credit to the one that means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, until the moment i left...i didn't see her face. should i be glad? frankly, i say no. i guess, no matter what it is..as a friend she have to try to be there. i really wish that she attends the ceremony. for me, friends will always be friends. no matter what differs us, or distance us away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i just think too much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113878820140257413?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113878820140257413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113878820140257413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113878820140257413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113878820140257413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/congratz-faiz-and-nani.html' title='congratz, faiz and nani.'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113878678103683197</id><published>2006-01-27T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:39:41.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its friday and i felt very sorry for myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is about magic. i promised her that i will give her a call to confirm if i could make it to join her for a backpack to thailand this coming chinese new year/awal muharram/federal territory day. its a 7 days free days. she didn't ask for much, a trip not exceeds RM 200. yes, that's not that big ammount of money as compared to the enjoyment of the trip we are going to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, the matter was the money. i got it settled. i got the money. in fact, i got more the ammount i need. second, and this is where the problem lies. i have already (sub-conciously) made some sort of promise to my family that i shall spend my days at home this coming holiday..plus several other promisses to be at some place at various times for different occasions. the biggest of all, to go for Arau Open debating competition...the tournament where I was one of the 3 people that innitiated 4 years ago. hell, its already 4 years? darn, i didn't realize it. one tournament that i was suppose to win (though i was on the org. com, i can still compete, right?) until one crazy lady from one of UiTM branch gave us the loss on the gound that she likes the slang a girl from the negative side posses. humph..what ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i gave magic a call somewhere around 10pm. told her the truth, she was o.k with it... she told me to keep the money so we can go to another trip to chiang mai on may. as much as i was so enthusiast to go, i would still need to consider...it might be to close to my final exam. the exam that will determine either i could finally end my status as student, and start to bond myself with the corporate world. the time i have been waiting for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just pray for my success, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113878678103683197?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113878678103683197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113878678103683197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113878678103683197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113878678103683197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-friday-and-i-felt-very-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113878544892093785</id><published>2006-01-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T01:17:28.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>found my bike key....somebody in the UiTM Chancellery building, the place i work found it and handed it over to the security officer. the moment i got myself to the office, EVERYBODY has known about it. somebdy made an announcement on it, i guess. anyway, thank you god...after this i won't have to ask my boss to send me home anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening, a SIFE meeting...you know, all the stuffs..yada..yada..yada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though today is a kind of though day, i still believe its a kind of nice one. though i was being sacarstically criticized by my own course tutor in class, it doesn't at all bring me down. though i'm still fighting over my knee pain, i guess a visit from a friend that later brought us for a chat over a drink in Khulafa bistro was something worth the pain walking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its friday tomorrow and rizal a.k.a the old man needs me to fetch him to work. i'm planning to take an off day so i could work for my assignment. hmm..that's the beauty when you work under the student scheme...flexible working hours. whatever it is, your boss know that your study comes first over all the workloads in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113878544892093785?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113878544892093785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>not a very lucky one, i guess</title><content type='html'>what is the worst way you could ever wake up from your sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got the answer this morning. as i was having a nice dream, it was about me trying to save a girl from the bad people. i remember right before i woke up, i someway kicked the bad guy away in the fist fight (you know, being hero...thats what we do) ... and i could feel that it just hit the target so badly. but the question is, why am I the one who feels the pain? , and later woke up...feeling hurt on my knees? the answer is simple...while i was 'kicking' the bad guy in my dream ( where i suppose to be the hero ), in real life, subconciously i just bang my knees to the wall. and i banged it hard. so hard i can still feel the pain until now, after 15 hours it happenend. i was left with no choice but to go and see doctor first thing in the morning. not to forget how the doctor and his assistant laughed so hard while writing the priscription. i got an internal bleeding for that, no kidding. hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that was all. the moment i got to the office, kaka arfah was there, waiting for me. and what did i do next? to unload boxes filled with files on the rack. mind you that those boxes can be considered HEAVY , looking at the stage of health i'm dealing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i just got to know that the people from Japanese Travel Bureau and a deligation form Quwait will be arriving after lunch, and both event runs concurrently. thank god Rizal a.k.a old man was there to take charge on the Japs, leaving to handle the Quwaitee. Prepared whatever needed, after some hassle relating to technicalities. i took a deep breath, hoping all these unlucky things ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no, it doesn't. as i was about to go out for lunch, i have just realize that my motorbike key wasn't at the place it used to be. and up until now, i'm still in the process of searching, wondering when would i find it. humph... indirectly saying that i can't go out for lunch. and i haven't have even a single bit of food for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the Quwait delegation arrived, everthing went well...and the best part, i got to join the tea session. thank god. finally something to fill my empty, hungry, and about to rhyme a concert stomach. thank god. i guess thats the only good thing happened to me today...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just now, we did another session of loading and unloading session. this time, some brochure for the university. another challenge for my injured knee. but being a hero, went thru all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm still stuck in the office. I WANT TO GO BACK ! but i don't have my bike key. god, please help me. i know i did a lot of sins but please forgive me. i'm just your humbe servant. don't punish me like this. please. i really need the key back. please..please...please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, god...please end this sufferings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113819082090406841?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113819082090406841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113819082090406841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113819082090406841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113819082090406841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-very-lucky-one-i-guess.html' title='not a very lucky one, i guess'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113811557665073961</id><published>2006-01-24T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T07:12:56.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, it begins...</title><content type='html'>this is one of my new year resolution...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'to reduce my tummy size before asians debating championship 2006 that will be held this may'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to a gymnasium in my university with a friend of mine this evening. his identity is yet to be exposed undet the principal of human right to privacy.(even google can decide not to expose his surfers list to american government, how can i do soemthing opposite to my friend, right?) we got ourself a  program, a personal trainer, and the session starts. did some cycling and climbing (using machine, for sure!) and a bit of ab crunching. the best part, a sauna after all that. i just cant believe my ears the moment they(the frontdest people)  offered us that. what? a sauna in uitm's gym? but its true, guys. i did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first day, moving towards my goal went well. even better, we were just offered by a friend to have a one-day session at Fitness First. that will take place tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for my success, people. don't be suprised to see one familiar looking guy walking on the beach in Langkawi this May without his shirt on because he has nothing more to hide but more to show.to all my friends from kyung-hee, as i promised, i'll send you the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great journey starts with little steps...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113811557665073961?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113811557665073961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113811557665073961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113811557665073961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113811557665073961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-it-begins.html' title='so, it begins...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113811736901281078</id><published>2006-01-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T00:52:50.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>riggo got injured</title><content type='html'>went to the stable today. i guess i have been missing johnny, black and ringgo (they are the 3 horses overhere) quite much. that alone was able to made me decide to sacrifice the enjoyment of PS2 and need for speed - most wanted aside. it has been more than a week since my last ride with ringgo. so hopefully today will be a good one. actually planned to  go tomorrow but as the chance came earlier, why waste it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lin, with her father and little brother were already there the moment i reach the place. not to forget her officemate was there too (damn my head for not able to recall her name!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately Fahmi wasn't around. guess he is not feeling o.k, maybe he was away to get some rest. its o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part was...ringgo has got some kind of injury on his front-left leg. that alone would tell me that he will need some rest for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny wasn't in a good mood too. wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black, ok as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night, went to kak nurul's parents place in damansara. had nice mee goreng and fried chicken while watching All-England's semifinals. Kudos to the korean guy who made it to the single's finals. it was an excellent performance. lost the first set, but made comeback in the next, and won the rubber set. against peter-gade from denmark.used to be one of world's best. to the only malaysian finalist from double's category. may the force be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALAYSIA BOLEH !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113811736901281078?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113811736901281078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113811736901281078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113811736901281078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113811736901281078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/riggo-got-injured.html' title='riggo got injured'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113768531684814624</id><published>2006-01-19T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:25:22.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my birthday</title><content type='html'>yes people!!! its my birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since there were nothing like a party or something, i guess i got to do something. at 11.40pm last night, i rode all the way to Tanjung Harapan, (some call it as Tanjung Gila). why? this year, i'll be sitting at the seaside, watching container ships, fishermens' boats, and the operation of Northport, Port Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting there watching at the scenery made me feel so free. though i got to sing the happy birthday song myself, is still believe this is the best way to do it. this is much better than stucked in shah alam doing nothing. much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was no container operation this morning. only some container and cargo ships, waiting to leave the port were there. quite a number of fishermen were out. the wind breezed, bringing together the smell of the sea. and i was there looking at all these. the moon was bright, though it wasn't full. i love this. i love this so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who called ( namely Zety and Nisa). For those that sent the text messages, i really appreciate it. may god bless all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm now 24. what do  i feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit that i'm getting bored to be in the education system. i want to go out, work out for my dreams. but i know god is great. HE has set things up for me. though i got a group of professors/lecturers to veto over my decision, i hope its for the good course. though i am still in the process of soul-searching, i believe the time will come when i don't have to walk alone anymore. though things aren't going right, i know i can do something to make it good again. i'm in the state where i want to do a lot of things, but i don't have means to do it all. but then again, i belive that its up to me to make it happen. wait, you people out there...time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt; happy birthday to you,&lt;br /&gt; happy birthday to Imran,&lt;br /&gt; Happy birthday to you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113768531684814624?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113768531684814624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113768531684814624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113768531684814624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113768531684814624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-my-birthday.html' title='its my birthday'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113697366343588710</id><published>2005-12-31T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:22:46.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of the year</title><content type='html'>its 31st december. the date that means a lot to many people. for me, its not a day like any normal. i believe that this day should be a mark, a point where you take a time and think on what has happened for the past 364 days of your life. in my case, its 365 x 23 (thats the number of years i have gone thru).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 364 days have gone great for me. i'm in the pace moving upwards. going up high, getting near and nearer to my goal. yes i h ave to admit there were some shits here and there, but i still believe that the success still overshine them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year has been a good one for me. 2 things that i believe important, happened to me throughout this year were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) worked hard for my SIFE team. Directed projects here and there, and assisted in others. running up and down the student affairs office, fighing over budget approval with the Deputy Vice Chancellor, a trip to sabah, handling 5 interns from USA, to have a person that used to hate me to the max takes me as one of her close friend, foster parents program in Alor Setar, Kedah, and all the moments i went through, working for the best of the organization...the outcome? we were crowned as national champions...AGAIN! its a 3 years in the row achievement. it the trophy is a challenge trophy, she would be sitting in UiTM Vice-Chancellor's office for the rest of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) the trip to USA. to be selected in the list of 21 students to represent the country in a Bussiness Internship Initiative is such a big thing for me. though at first i decided not to apply, but i did it at last. plus, to be selected as contingent leader is such an honour for me.spent 3 months with wonderful people, sharing the good and the bad, will be a thing that i always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all these doesn't come easy. i had to choose between two priorities. either to forget all above (especially item no.2) to make sure i graduate on time or to extend my studies. yes i will be graduating a bit late compared to my classmates but the experience i gain, priceless. and i think i had made the right decision. to go for my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i spent today? spent the whole day with 30 koreans undergoing a volunteer program in malaysia. they were based in uitm as the university has had this kind of partnership program for the past 3 years with them. it was intersting when you got 3 cute korean girls to interview you about yourself. it was even better when i got to teach a class of 15 singing Siti Nurhaliza song 'Bukan Cinta Biasa'. the intersting part of it, they REALLY loves the song. and i mean it. they are the one who requested to learn the song, not the professor. and to look at their enthusiast faces, i know, i'm not making fool of myself. i've done a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight? tonight will be even better. i'll be celebrating the new year 2006 with them too. i guess i am, without realizing it, starting to like these people. they were very nice people. its not that i have never meet any koreans or handle any foreign students. its just i just think these people were different. they are here with mission to do good deeds. to help people. to create a smile in the face of those that rarely have chance to do so. i feel like them and me, share one thing in common. sacrifice self for the betterment of the others. nah, i don't know. i'm just curious. but i don't care. i like this feeling. thats why i decide to be with them. i want to know, is this feeling right? let the time tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i don't have much time. i need to take a bow to go. to all, happy new year. may the coming year be a good one. don't forget to work hard in your chase of your dreams. good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113697366343588710?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113697366343588710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113697366343588710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113697366343588710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113697366343588710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-day-of-year.html' title='last day of the year'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113596508251435944</id><published>2005-12-30T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:54:59.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 things i have to do today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;pay my uitm fee &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;re-send my project paper proposal to my advisor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buy a new thumb drive (got sale in carrefour!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get my resume from edzuan's p.c&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;print and send the resume to a company in port klang (i'm looking for part-time job)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;send the bike for service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;guess what? i DID all that!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;received a sms from edzuan, he'll be discherged tomorrow, so i went to fay him the last visit in the hospital. unluckily, the motorbike route in federal h/way was banjir due to heavy rain earlier in the evening. my bike got stucked in the water. after some 'touch up', the bike was back on the track. thank god!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so happy edzuan gonna be discharged tomorrow. good for him. this new year should be a good one for him!&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/13917707-113596508251435944?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113596508251435944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113596508251435944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113596508251435944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113596508251435944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/6-things-i-have-to-do-today.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113592775522992653</id><published>2005-12-29T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:29:44.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>three days to new year...</title><content type='html'>three days to new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until this point of time, i have not decide where the heck am i gonna celebrate the coming year. a friend gave me a weird face the moment i tell her this. she has made a bullet proof plan, escaping her parents so she can party all night. i wonder why does people have to work their ass so much, to wait for one second, looking for reason to shake their ass to death. i remember a story of a friend that spent the whole night in KL for millenium celebration, but he ended up missed the moment-why? he got stomach-eche, spent the supposed to be "memorable' moment in the TOILET! tell me now, what does that suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fact of the matter is, at some point i don't see any reason why i need to worry so much. a new year would mean nothing if things are not going to the better. whatever it is, its pretty much very subjective to measure either a year is good or bad for a person. its your life, you decide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113592775522992653?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113592775522992653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113592775522992653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113592775522992653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113592775522992653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/three-days-to-new-year.html' title='three days to new year...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113579339110222713</id><published>2005-12-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T10:09:51.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 27th, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received a phone call from shama, his grandpa, passed away. gonna drive to his hometown in Alor Setar, Kedah for one day trip. he got to go to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we drove with minimum 120 km/hr speed all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glad that we made it for the funeral, it went well. later in the evening had 'nasi royale'-one famous thing you need to have anytime you come to Alor Setar. Mee Abu was just around the corner but guess that i was so full, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove back at 11pm after one nice dinner where murtabak was the main course. journey was smooth. reached K.L at 3.30am. Sent Rohaida, Shama's cousin back to UM, and took Din (Rohaida's sister) back to shah alam. he going back to ampang tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 28th, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and me? slept the whole day...thanks to prov, his phone call saved me from wasting my day. paid a visit to edzuan. he looks much better today. nas, zikri, and edz's sibling were there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm at home. decided to come back to gombak than a rid eback to shah alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: all of you should hear to one of Naruto's theme song - Haruka Kanata... i love it !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113579339110222713?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113578879765393952</id><published>2005-12-26T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T09:44:54.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my aunt's family arrived last night, they are here to send my cousin back to MMU cyber. i personally have some question on that. he (my cousin) is already 19, and able to take care of himself. why in the world does the whole family have to be there to send him off. this is NOT his first semester, he is not a psycho kid that needs to be watched all the time, in fact, he has a lot of friends. can't he take a bus ride all the way from penang, register himself, and be given chance to stand on his own feet? does the family, in particular, parents have to crack their head to do all these when actually the boy want to do it himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a very sad situation. when parents want to take control of everything. in the time when the kid have to start learning to do it by its own, parents took the chance with various reasonings. if they don't learn now, when else? in this case, over protective just the wrong thing to be in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never deny the right of parents to KNOW what happens to their children. or to HELP. but when it comes to the point where the kid have no control over his life, thats just bad. really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effect? the birth of new over-pempered generation. the worst case scenario, when these kids, when they grew older, have their own kids treat their children even worse.(in this case, the more you pemper the kids, the more bad it is) .even worse, the trend continues and, wonder what could happen to the future generations.&lt;em&gt; manja tak kena tempat. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why in today's scenario, we find youngsters hardly able to find their identity, because the process being interrupted with the eagerness to run from control(parents). indirectly the decicions made were not based on what they want, but sometimes on what their parents don't like. just to proof to the old man that they are able to make decisions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have (retaliation vs. sane mind) vs. running over control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents, litsen to this...your children are O.K. its just they need to be given chance to proof it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that my parents geve me the chance. i want all of us have it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113578879765393952?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113578879765393952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113578879765393952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113578879765393952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113578879765393952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-aunts-family-arrived-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113553197141110230</id><published>2005-12-25T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T03:08:53.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>painted the house...today, its the kitchen and my sister's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received a phone call from lin...an offer to zoo negara seemed to be not on the right time, darling. maybe next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;received another phone call from has&lt;ema&gt;waty. my friend from uitm perlis. sorry ema, mid valley is currently not in my list of affordability...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet edzuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised a friend of mine to meet her sometime today but seemed it was raining the whole evening, plus the fact that i am a motorcyclist just make me feel bad. sorry friend, maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine, being a cute person she is has some sort made my day. her story lost while looking for her car in OU was so damn funny. she had no clue whatsoever where she perked her car. she THOUGHT that it was on the 'H' area. looked for the place for 15 minutes, but she didn't manage to fine any 'H" area. then she just realize that the car was just on her side.literally on her side. and it wasn't H area. it was 'C' area!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyoh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113553197141110230?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113553197141110230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113553197141110230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link 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book for free flight ticket from air asia. jakarta might be a good place to go. maybe bu october next year? i'll decide soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the hospital again. edzuan can already eat soft foods. thats a good sign. the best part, many of our friends were present today. mostly debaters, i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to low yat plaza. yon got himself a mp3 player, and it was reallya  agood deal. creatice muVo 5 gig at MYR 490. that was really a good price! prov got himself a windows installer, edzral was looking for dvds but tak jumpa. me? was just surveying for external hard disk. maybe the idea of thumb drive is no more applicable for me, i guess. NEED MORE SPACE!!! sadly, none of them attract me enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, NZ wangsa maju, kg nahkoda, selayang, and back to HKL to take my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that wraps the day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113553268824640715?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113553268824640715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113553268824640715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113553268824640715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113553268824640715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/painted-my-moms-room.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113553088472860292</id><published>2005-12-24T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T09:14:44.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 23rd, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a bit tired, actually. was there in the hospital outside of the operation theatre. the operation that described by surgeon as 'very simple, should not take long time' took about 7 1/2 hours since the moment the nurses took edzuan in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came out good. can move all his limbs, can speak, and n fact, ha can even be cranky!!!hehehe... two most frequent word he said.."hungry", and "bored".yup, what else should he feel when he was stucked on the bed,cannot take any food, plus with all the wires attached to the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edzral and prov came later..i 'smuggled' them in as they arrived after the visiting hours..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we ( prov, edzral, yon, myself ) went to have nice nasi lemak in chow kit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113553088472860292?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113553088472860292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113553087956121050</id><published>2005-12-24T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T09:14:39.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 23rd, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a bit tired, actually. was there in the hospital outside of the operation theatre. the operation that described by surgeon as 'very simple, should not take long time' took about 7 1/2 hours since the moment the nurses took edzuan in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came out good. can move all his limbs, can speak, and n fact, ha can even be cranky!!!hehehe... two most frequent word he said.."hungry", and "bored".yup, what else should he feel when he was stucked on the bed,cannot take any food, plus with all the wires attached to the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edzral and prov came later..i 'smuggled' them in as they arrived after the visiting hours..hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we ( prov, edzral, yon, myself ) went to have nice nasi lemak in chow kit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113553087956121050?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113553087956121050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113553087956121050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113553087956121050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113553087956121050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-23rd-2005-i-am-bit-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113521648471559559</id><published>2005-12-22T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:54:44.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got to work fast...gonna rush to HKL after this to meet edz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess the jog i had yesterday has boost my exercise mood again. went for 70 sit-ups this mornig,but wonder how much would that work when i had roti telur bawang after that, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113521648471559559?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113521648471559559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113521648471559559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113521648471559559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113521648471559559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-to-work-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113521510262352758</id><published>2005-12-21T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:31:42.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>received a phone call from edzuan while i was having lunch. good news: his tumor is not cancerous, and he will be admitted in Hospital Kuala Lumpur (HKL) (formerly known as Genereal Hospital (GH)). the operation will take place on the friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so stressed out the whole day. i was squeezing my brain in creating sentences to design my questionaire. it will be used during my survey for my project paper. thought that it was too cold in the library made me unable to think, i went back to my room hoping that i could work something out overthere. well, i failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what happened? hell, ended sleeping until evening, i decided to repay my foolishness by going out for a jog(wonder how does it relates, but what the heck...its my call anyway). i know its  a no surprise that i am no more as fit a before, but it was such a shock to know that 3rounds going around section 6 lake garden was such a hard thing to do! damn, last time i used to have 5 non-stop, on speed rounds. no worry, i'll be there again...i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113521510262352758?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113521510262352758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113506227807699849</id><published>2005-12-20T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:04:38.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December 19, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom took an annual leave today. settling matters on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to tell you guys. for the last 2 weeks, my house was going under a renovation process. extended the front part, and fixing some stuffs in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere between 3 to 4 pm, i rode back to Shah Alam. guess i rode too fast. it was a full throttle and the speed was over 120 km/h. Went straight away to MITRANS to so some research on questionaire design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night, went to USJ, meet a friend. has some sort of cerrier talk. 15 minutes to 11, went back to shah alam. Besut was there in the room, he asked me for opinion on his job. so we have a cerrier talk. the second in a day, for me. thought that was all, 12.15 am, went out with prov and we had another talk over cerrier development. total: 3 cerrier talks in a day. i like that. made me feel recognized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed over Prov's place, cooked fried rice for the house. then watch 'Madagascar' (yeah..AGAIN!!) stupid giant funzees..! hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113506227807699849?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113506227807699849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113506227807699849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506227807699849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506227807699849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-19-2005-my-mom-took-annual.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113506093655891954</id><published>2005-12-19T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:42:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bike broke down again, and i only have RM 13 in hand. The spark plug need to be changed. That tooks RM 4.50. Lunch was RM 2.40. At night, went to the mamak to watch EPL match. it was Man.U vs. Aston Villa. Ast played so bad until out of sudden I rooted for Man.U to win, tho they didn't play good either. But still better off than Ast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there is a pot-luck party happenig in edz's place today. But i just can't afford myself financially to go. With RM4 left in the pocket, that would not be even enough for gas, plus i have to go back to gombak on Sunday, after I settled the Thai students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, bro. I really am. Really wish to be there and join the crowd to give you support, but maybe there's reason why does this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to sleep early, need to wake up early tomorrow. The Thai kids arriving at 5.30 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113506093655891954?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113506093655891954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113506093655891954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506093655891954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506093655891954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-bike-broke-down-again-and-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113506164238692570</id><published>2005-12-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:54:02.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khap..khun..kap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;December 18, 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was late for the bus going to Pudu Raya. thanks to kak ezu for the call. luckily i made it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first impression on the Thai kids, they are very polite. (well, thats not new, tho..my other friend from Thai were pretty much the same), and more impressively, they can speak Malay! Eventhough it was only basic ones, guess that was a good headstart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent them to their room, let them to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1.30pm, met them at Giant 13, helped to change currency so they can buy stuffs. Basic needs for life. actually i was impressed to see there were no money changer in the building. i got to ride all the way to Plaza Masalam for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later rode back to gombak, got some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.55pm, went  to watch an important EPL match, Arsenal vs. Chelsea. Looking at their current perfromance, I personally have doubt that Arsenal would make it to win, and i was right. a 2-0 defeat at home ground was something a can classify as humiliative experience for The Gunners.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, Liverpool lost to Sao Paolo in Toyota Cup in Japan. The Brazillians were so hard to be knocked...they are so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113506164238692570?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113506164238692570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113506164238692570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506164238692570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506164238692570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/khapkhunkap.html' title='Khap..khun..kap...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113506049991990849</id><published>2005-12-16T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:34:59.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its another wasted day...even more wasted</title><content type='html'>woke up a kind of late. thought of starting life after Friday Prayer but it just didn't turn that way. spent time to watch 20 episodes of Naruto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113506049991990849?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113506049991990849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113506049991990849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506049991990849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506049991990849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-another-wasted-dayeven-more-wasted.html' title='its another wasted day...even more wasted'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113506032466647731</id><published>2005-12-15T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:32:04.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted</title><content type='html'>its a wasted day. didn't do anythin important/meaningful  except accompaneid Shama to Bukit Raja, surveying his new suit, and went to Mdm. Fairuz's office to discuss matters over Thai students that will come over for a semester to UiTM to learn Bahasa Melayu. I will be going with some other people to fetch them from Pudu Raya this thursday. Thought of going to meet Edzuan with Prov but we just cant afford to do that. Some technical problem and misplanned trip mangement deny us from doing it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113506032466647731?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113506032466647731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113506032466647731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506032466647731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113506032466647731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/wasted.html' title='wasted'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113505996283957253</id><published>2005-12-14T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:26:02.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>edz my bro  part II</title><content type='html'>sent the project paper proposal to PM Sabariah. at least half a job is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet edzuan. it was me, prov, and hafiedz. i'm released to see him still be able to put a smile in the face and act normal. but still within his words, you can feel his pain. we had a chat over KFC chickens (at his place) and later hang at the living room. edzral later came and that completes the circle of the ever known Arau Debaters. The living legend. Took a look at his medical report and x-rays. he got a 4cm x 4cm x 5.6cm tumor on his the top of his left brain. we are hoping that the tumor is not cancerous, or else it would cause greater damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop praying for him to get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was sitting alone in my room, i recalled the days when we were in arau. he was a semester senior to me, but that wasn't a barrier for us to be a close friend. i was such a stucked-up bastard that can't even speak english well until i meet the debaters. still remember on the days when hafiedz and him convinced me to get into English Debates over BM. All the hours we spent in the gerai everyday. all the tournaments we went to together. hahaha...those good old days, will never come back. below is our picture somewhere around 4 years ago. taken at the place we called &lt;em&gt;kedai makcik &lt;/em&gt;in UiTM Arau, this place used to play a role as our hang out place, singing stage, and even debate training venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/15914044547704l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from left: prov(rizal), edzral, hendra, edzuan, myself, and bal.(hafiedz wasn't in the picture, couldn't recall why. was him the one who took the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113505867522428678</id><published>2005-12-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:04:35.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bro edzuan...</title><content type='html'>i was working hard for my project paper for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just called edzuan, and guess what? he was diagnosed with a &lt;strong&gt;BRAIN TUMOR&lt;/strong&gt;. i personally was stunned, can't believe my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not in the mood of writing. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113505867522428678?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113505839559013633</id><published>2005-12-13T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T22:00:30.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday? i didn't know it!!!</title><content type='html'>its a holiday. and i didn't realize it. thought i could go to the library, working for my project paper. but i guess there's nothing much i can do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to watch t.v for the whole day wouldn't be a bad idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113505839559013633?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113505839559013633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113505839559013633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113505839559013633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113505839559013633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/holiday-i-didnt-know-it.html' title='holiday? i didn&apos;t know it!!!'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113505820422522817</id><published>2005-12-12T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:56:44.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was on my way back to shah alam. it was 10pm and i was riding my ex5 on mahameru highway. normally i will just take the PJ exit but suddenly tonight HE pushed my heart to take Bangsar exit and then get into federal highway again thru pantai dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment i reached the traffic light in front of KL Sentral, out of sudden the engine was dead and i have hell of no idea why was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i pushed the bike along the road, hoping that i would find any workshop that was still open. suddenly a guy offered a help, he was walking with his girl. claimed himself a mechanic, he checked the spark plug, etc. then he said &lt;em&gt;"ini masalah besar ni, bang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;api tak sampai, mesti starter coil rosak ni.(&lt;/em&gt;this is a big porb, the starter coil must have broken, bro). he also said that the nearest workshop that still open during that time were those in Pantai Dalam, and it wasn't a good idea for me to push the bike that far. he suggested that i leave my bike in front of the workshop he worked in, or in front of the 7-e coz it was safer there. i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was pushing the bike, another guy stopped by. fortunately he was a mechanic too. he was mingling around the area. looking at my condition, he agreed to push me using his bike to pantai dalam's workshop. that was such a bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my bike fixed, and i continued my journey to shah alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could meet those two guys again and thank them personally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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doesn't work on me. was there from the beginning ( during the preparation time..helped out bit here and there...you would have no freaking idea on how i was so proud to give my personal touch on the main table) of the ceremony until the end (that means until the moment they are starting to close tables). old friends were there, many of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/PC1002051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all of us with the &lt;em&gt;'raja sehari&lt;/em&gt;' look at the table, beautiful isn't? haaziq and myslef, worked for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;one of the teacher i love most, Pn. Hawa Yasmin was also present. Only God knows how much I love her. She used to teach me maths, and being a lousy students i used to, she did never give up. guys, when i say i was a lousy student, i really mean it. especially in subjects that involves a lot of calculations, i was a hopeless student. but this lady, was so patient, she gave me personal attention, she made me believe that i can do it. the result: i scored a 'B' for that paper in my PMR exam. and for me that was hell a good achievement. for your information,she teach not solely for money, i was told by the groom that thank you, ma'am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/lookin_at_u1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello world, whaddup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day before, my other former school mate, Naim got his first son. weighted 2.34kg( or somewhere near that)...he already decide the name to his son but god i just ca't recall that...congratz bro..keep up the good work!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&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/13917707-113505692700296267?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113505692700296267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113505692700296267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113505692700296267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113505692700296267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/congratulationsluqman-hisyam-che.html' title='congratulations...Luqman Hisyam Che Mazlan and Mohd Jannatul Naim Mokhtar'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113415022344242570</id><published>2005-12-10T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:43:43.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew!</title><content type='html'>December 9th, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i told you guys, i am currently struggling doing my project paper. last friday ( that was a week ago!) i had a discussion with Mdm. Rusmala Dewi from Rapid KL, a lot of ideas popped up along the one-hour discussion. later in the evening, the same day i sent a 2-page research intention to my advisor, she was so busy with other stuffs until she took a week before she have time to have a glance on my papers. the result was out today, and it was a good one. she agreed on the proposed topic. its about perception towards Rapid KL's new public bus scheme. i will talk more on this later, as i go on moving to the  next phase of the research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to help out the selection for adjudicator going for world's this year. guess what? after more than one year no to  debate, i was TOTALLY RUSTED!!! hell i could not even think for arguments, dey. sure its nothing to be amazed about, but man...i was personally horrified with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that, a &lt;em&gt;rempit&lt;/em&gt;  session. all the way from shah alam to gombak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually wanna share something with you guys, but i'm too tired now. maybe sometime later. got to sleep now. my friend, Luqman Hisham will be gettin married tomorrow. wanna be there for him. even it is as early as 10 am.(thats the &lt;em&gt;akad&lt;/em&gt; thingy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113415022344242570?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113415022344242570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113415022344242570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113415022344242570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113415022344242570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/phew.html' title='phew!'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113401801678191863</id><published>2005-12-08T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:00:16.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from uefa.com. just to add more pain to Man.U supporters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;United undone by brilliant Benfica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 7 December 2005&lt;br /&gt;by Paul Safferfrom Estádio da Luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals from Geovanni and Beto stunned Manchester United FC and enabled SL Benfica to reach the UEFA Champions League knockout rounds for the first time since 1994/95.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No consolation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It meant United, who threw away an early lead achieved through Paul Scholes, failed to advance from the group stage for the first time in ten years, and by finishing bottom of Group D have not even a UEFA Cup place for consolation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Neville role&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Simão's continued absence, one of a number of Benfica injuries, Ronald Koeman deployed Geovanni in the left-sided attacking role. In direct opposition was the man appointed United captain in Roy Keane's stead, Gary Neville. Keane's departure has also led Sir Alex Ferguson to give the 4-4-2 formation primacy, though from the start it was clear that local prodigy, and target for the Benfica fans' ire, Cristiano Ronaldo, had freedom to roam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scholes scores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely six minutes had elapsed when Neville performed wing duties to perfection. He darted free on the right following a clever Ryan Giggs ball and the skipper's cross was forced in by Scholes virtually on the line. It was a blow that stunned the home supporters, who had been in lusty voice long before kick-off, though Beto did immediately force Edwin van der Sar to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All square&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack remained the watchword for both teams, and soon it was Benfica's turn to celebrate. Nélson swung in a centre from the right and, spotting a gap, Geovanni produced a far-post diving header of geometric precision. Even these sides could not keep up the pace of that breathless start, and it was some 13 minutes before the next real opportunity, a looping Scholes effort tipped over by Quim. The resulting Giggs corner also caused Benfica momentary concern, but the overriding emotion was joy not long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benfica ahead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home attack was looking tentative when Beto opted to let fly from outside the area. The deflection off Scholes meant Van der Sar did not stand a chance, and the Luz stands shook with delight. Bottom of the provisional standings, United now required another goal, but it was Benfica who dominated until the break, revelling in their swift turnaround and counterattacking at speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Historic resonance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-time brought a presentation reuniting the stars of these clubs' famous 1960s meetings, including Eusébio and Sir Bobby Charlton, and the event was given poignancy by George Best's recent death. The 5-1 United victory on their visit here in that era may have been on Benfica's minds when they emerged from the break; they began the second period determined not to allow their visitors to make the Luz their own again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronaldo miss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luisão in particular was a rock in defence, making a crucial saving tackle on Wayne Rooney and looking commanding in the air. Even when United did find an opening just before the hour thanks to a four-man passing move, Ronaldo slid the ball just past the far post. The introduction of Louis Saha and then Ji-Sung Park showed United's need to find new sources of attack, though a Rooney free-kick went close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swift counter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crossed Rooney set-piece then troubled Benfica, before Koeman introduced João Pereira, whose first act was to turn a Nuno Gomes pass wide. Geovanni then made Van der Sar save in another swift counter, but of more importance was that Benfica repelled all a frustrated United had to offer and made it through on a night which started so unpromisingly for them.&lt;br /&gt;©uefa.com 1998-2005. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113401801678191863?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113401801678191863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113401801678191863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113401801678191863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113401801678191863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/from-uefacom-just-to-add-more-pain-to.html' title='from uefa.com. just to add more pain to Man.U supporters...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113401775119144664</id><published>2005-12-08T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T20:55:51.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in your face!!!</title><content type='html'>what a beautiful morning...felt it was so deserving to watch Manchaster United lose to Benfica by 2-1. first time in 9 years Man.U did'n make it to the knowck out round of Champions League. in fact, for me it was a 2-0 defeat as the goal scholes' goal was just a stupid deflection. beto's flying header was really and awesome teamwork while geovanni's shot was such a blast. van de sar, a world's  no.1 wannabe was totally hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never feel this way each time i watch Mna.U lost. the thing was, beforet the match 4 Man.U fans disturbed me with their extereme obsession to the team. man, its just football. the defeat is just a small punishment from the god do they would start thinking before condemning other team. yerp, think before you throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway last night's match marks a break for the tournament until the coming february. guess its a release for me. no more overnight stay, should i be able to concentrate more on my studies. exams will be in february too. this is like a deja-vu. each time Champion League knock out round/final took place, i will always in the final exam mode. though i would never mind that.statistics shows that i perform better in studies with that condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's rewind the timeline a bit. last night, the 'SIFE UiTM get-together ' in Azuan's place ran smoth. bob and me sacrificed ourselves to become cook for the bbq. i handled the chicken, he handled the lamb. foods were  good, actually they were great. there was bob, prov,ayie,zul saadon, myself and the host, azuan from the boys and prof N,zety, jijie,faezah,zehan,sasa,bedah,emi temah,aida,and deena from the girls. i don't think i did miss any name but if i do, i aplogize for that.not to forget to mention, azuan's parents and brother (thanks for the fire,man) was there too joining us thru the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edzuan called me just now, told me that he was admitted to the hospital yesterday. fainted out of sudden. i'm thinking of paying him a visit later today, maybe a bit in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the chronicles of narnia' and 'rock' is out in cinemas. i'm still contemplating to watch either first. budget constrain requires me to be more careful in spending each penny i have. Lin..help me!!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113401775119144664?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113401775119144664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113401775119144664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113401775119144664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113401775119144664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-your-face.html' title='in your face!!!'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113393252340275906</id><published>2005-12-07T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:15:23.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this morning (2.30 am) : watched Ac Milan vs. Shalke 04. Milan won 3-2. Qualify them to the knock-out stage of UEFA Champions' League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning (9.15am): went for breakfast with prov (again), went to MITRANS, met PM Sabariah (this time, mission succeed), did research, now i am sitting here in front of pc no.2 in PTAR 2 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in between) : project paper on the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight (7.30pm) : a SIFE UiTM 'get-togehter' in Azuan's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight (after that): hope to go back(gombak) or stay in college (another Champions' League game tomorrow morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113393252340275906?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113393252340275906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113393252340275906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113393252340275906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113393252340275906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-morning-2.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113393241740480676</id><published>2005-12-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T21:13:37.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;December 6th,2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning: Breakfast with Prov, went to repair his bike, the medicine for my flu was too strong, went back home and slept for 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noon: woke up somewhere around 2.30, refresh myself, then went to MITRANS, hope to meet PM Sabariah, my projec paper advisor. mission failed...she was in a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evening: joined Edz and MakTab in the cc, spent around 40 minutes watching them playing On-Line games. went to the house, another card game. prov made us a french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night: rode back home, bump in a Faezah's place. 10 minutes and i flew back to my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113393241740480676?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113393241740480676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113393241740480676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113393241740480676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113393241740480676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/december-6th2005-morning-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113393156925954124</id><published>2005-12-06T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:59:29.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>project paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;December 5th, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current health state: i got flu. thanks to MakTab. fell like its going to turn to fever soon.no worry, went to the clinic already. i'll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the day in hafiedz's place. Hendra need help to find his girlfriend's convo pics. guess later we went for lunch in Khulafa Bistro ( hafiedz vetoed out our proposal for malay restaurant). Then accompanied Hendra to repair his bike, then the clinic, MITRANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was on the way to buy cokodok pisang when Faiz, MakTab and Edz 'forced' me to join them in the car, fetched Hafiedz and we were on our way to his place...again. played card, watched naruto the movie. the joy of was disturbed when Edz and me decided to help Faiz, a bastard parked a car behind his, put on the hand brake so he couldn't go out. he was about to meet his lecturer in Khulafa Bistro. i sent him using Prov's bike. Edz gave some 'souvenir' to the car with an unlucky owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rode back with prov. at 2 am he called me asking for help. his bike got prob so he had to borrow mine to go back home, done with that and i'm back on the bed zzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113393156925954124?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113393156925954124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113393156925954124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113393156925954124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113393156925954124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/project-paper.html' title='project paper'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113392790769070413</id><published>2005-12-04T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T20:43:57.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love happy endings...</title><content type='html'>We did it!!! finally after the 9-years wait, UiTM won the Royals Intervarsity Debate!!! as i told you earlier, last night was one of the most important night in UiTM debating history. we were in the finals, against the defending champion, IIUM. the 6-0 breaking record, plus 2 in the knock out rounds and 1 in the finals...made it 9-0 wins throughout the tournament. that's a record of its own, man. first time in the history of the tournament. the number 9 seemed to bring luck to us. its the 9th royals, with 9 debaters from uitm ( 1 in senior team and 2 in junior team), and the 9 rounds win. damn! i feel good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, after the finals everybody was in a mood of '"i think we deserve the win but we still afraid if the last year's history repeats"( we lost to IIUM in last year's finals in UMS). knowing the fact that we will not be able to sleep anyway because we worry too much ( or was that just an excuse to find some fun? nope, actually we were in the worry mode) we decided to find some way to relief ourselves, drove (3 cars) to Mines, thought of catching any movie. too bad, we were too late for the last show, so we went to hartamas for a drink ( for ilyas, tariq, habib and me: watch a football match-M.U vs Portsmoth.  as an Arsenal fan, ( actually i'm for anything against M.U) i believe that to watch the Red Devils ( hell yeah i'm sure they are going to get burn in the hereafter!!) was not a good scene to watch.but i got to admit i enjoyed the game, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we drove to Bukit Permai. the place where everybody turned to be a kid again. maximum utilization of all facilities in the playground gave us such a good time. i mean it, when we laughed like there was nobody around,i guess it was  a clear indicator that we enjoyed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived in UKM at 6am. around 9.30 i was awake. get prepared, and went to the hall (DECTAR) to watch the  finals for Bahasa Melayu category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still remember the moment when the word-swallowing emcee announced us as the winner. he (stupidly) announce the runner up first, not thinking that by doing that would take the surprise away.(yeah,because who will be left to win, right?). he said 'UIAM' (that's the translation of IIMU acronym into Malay language. i heard that, hoping i heard the right thing, jumped and screamd...Tubby, our trainer did that too. so i know i was right. the problem was, everybody else except us was sitll sitting as if nothing happened, looked like they were stone or something...untilt both of us ( Tubs and me) turned at them, shouthed 'WE WIN " to their face, then they realize and join the celebration. haiyoh!! what la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so unfortunate during the price giving ceremony, i have to say it was tarnished by several incidents. the inability of the emcee @ MC @ master of ceremony to announce the name of right institutions was one problem, plus even if he pronounce the right name, it was always unclear for us the audience to hear. the maximum damage was done when he, somehow someway announced the wrong verdict for Bahasa Melayu category. he first announced UiTM as the winner. i was jumping, screaming, happily. how can i was not happy when we won both Bahasa Melayu and English category? Its a double dose celebration, man. suddenly out of nowhere the cheif judge came out and announce the 'right' verdict. the trophy goes to UPM. it was a sad, sad moment for the Bahasa team. I don't know what the heck is wrong, but from the sources that can be trusted, there were hell lots of problem happened in the management of Bahasa Melayu category and the incident was the max of it. pity them...don't worry guys, you are still our champion, in heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what ever happens, this royals will always be the one to be remembered...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113392790769070413?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113392790769070413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113392790769070413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113392790769070413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113392790769070413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-happy-endings.html' title='i love happy endings...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113359443690755742</id><published>2005-12-03T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T23:20:36.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hell, i'm stucked here...</title><content type='html'>I am currently in a cyber cafe in Kajang, my friends forced me to play Warcraft III in which i have no freaking idea what is it all about. Habib tried hard to teach me but I guess maybe i'm just not born for things like this. got killed by afiq and edzuan several times and i decide to let habib fight the battle on his own. anyway he is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the heck i'm doing here? actually i spent a night in UKM, its Malaysian Royals Debating Championship, man. UiTM senior team made it to the finals. if i'm not mistaken tonight they will go against IIUM. The juniors, well they have put their best, but maybe better luck next time. Really looking foward to win this one. It's the best year to win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite, after eating like mad in sherrie's place while watching 'Team America' we played basketball and touch rugby in the dark. it was really hard man, but still i managed to shot some 3 pointers. then chatted until around 3am. woke up to watch junior's final. wasn't that good, could be better. i could say it was a messy one. in fact, the whole crowd said it was. IIUM vs UKM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best thing is, i got to meet Ustaz-one of my intern friend back in the USA. he looks big, put up weight. mildred is here too..and of course the host, fea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i have just quit the warcraft mission-damn that's not my game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of playin basketball this evening, if the a lot of people turn up, maybe can make intervarsity match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you people soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113359443690755742?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113359443690755742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113359443690755742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113359443690755742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113359443690755742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/12/hell-im-stucked-here.html' title='hell, i&apos;m stucked here...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113340637485463623</id><published>2005-11-30T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:06:14.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a story</title><content type='html'>long but not too long time ago, there was a ship called 'Cee-fe Salam'. the ship carries a group of people where each of them has decided to stay together forever. one heart, one soul. the ship, sails around the world for a mission-to do anything for the betterment of all mankind. this ship is one out of several more ships be sent around the world for the same cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the captain, was one wise man. being respected by most, but not all of his crews. though some don't look at him as high as the others, none of them has ever think to retaliate or to distabilize the harmonious environment on the ship, a key factor that has made that ship as the fastest in its journey though it was the first to be built. this minority group were there with faith that though he wasn't perfect, he is respected by the majority. and being the minority doesn't mean that they put no respect, its just they might have a different way of thinking but that not the matter.as long as the ship sails good, they were good. in fact, the ship is a ship with reputation. out of 5 local races, it has won 4 of it, and even got second one of its international-level competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as everybody on the ship lives happily, its a human nature to be greed. some wants fame, some wants glory, some wants women, some wants man, some wants power, some want get rich without working, some works hard fulfilling the mission of the journey, some were just there for the sake of their mother. to got into all these, some might do anything that will cost them. campaign, discussion, money politics, bitching around, backstabbing, etc. the good part is, with all these, many still put a straight face and pretend nothing happened so the journey runs smooth.this is like a lump under the skin, waiting to grow-cause cancer-and kill. but as long as mesures taken, it should not be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day the lady that took care of all ships sent out a circular. " To all my respected and hardworking people, there is a concern on our level of performance. we are being stagnent and improve very slow. thus. i have provide an on-job training for any of you that wants to create a little more value of themselves to the world. during the period, you will be away but trust me, its an investment for the future. think about the ship, think about the mission, think about the people. do let me know as soon as possible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for other ships, each of the crew were happy for the news. but it was a different environment in Cee-fe Salam. Every single person wants to go, but they resists not to, worry if the captain wouldn't have enough man. the captain, finally let go some of his best people."For the sake of the ship" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing that despite the fact that they were far, they always use pigeon to send updates on their training. the captain was happy and he send return news about the ship's latest journey to them. the captain was happy because his people, on and off the ship were loyal enough to the ship and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group returned, extremely inspired by the training, each of them have zillions of ideas in their head. They want to contribute. "Lets not disappoint our friends, we gonna proof to captain that his decision was right" the group said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the scene on the ship is very much different now. Everybody has changed. Yes, everybody still shake hands, hug each other but the aura is just wrong. Yes, the lump has grown big. Inside, it is now a cancer. Outside, its still a good looking body. ironically, the captain himself has become a man he was not. Something has gone wrong somewhere. the 'one heart, one soul' line is now just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the ship returned to its port of origin. It's a normal procedure where there will be a meeting, where all ship members and crew-to-be will sit down together and choose the leadership for the next journey.” to uphold democracy"-the lady secretary said. Sadly, the captain didn't turn up. Long wait worth nothing, the meeting was finally begin with one of its tradition scrapped off-the last speech from the captain. Normally this will be the time where the captain expresses his feelings on his crew, made them proud of themselves so they will work harder in the future. This time, it wasn't there. The crews were sad. Some of them felt humiliated and not appreciated. "The captain is selfish"-some started to say. "He pushed us up to the max but never care to give us the speech. That’s our life. Our children will understand their long wait to see the face of the father is a worth one. The father is a hero. The loyalty of wives missing us every cold nights will be repaid, he don't care about all that" another voice added. The newbies were confused. All these while they were told by their ancestors that when a captain welcomes you to the ship he lead, and maybe to lead - it's a sign that you are a good sailor. But the captain is not there. What does this suppose to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, the captain arrived. That was after the new captain was chosen. He walked in the hall, looked at all faces, and walked out. "What the hell does that suppose to mean?"-a senior crew asked his friend.” I don't know" he replied. Soon, a story spread out-the old captain decided to retire, so he don't want to care anymore. Senior crews were stunned. They know the old captain wanted to retire. He hinted them last time. But by doing this, is not right. The tradition has to be preserved. The trend needs to be kept alive. The new captain need the old captain to formally hand over the golden gun-the ship's leadership symbol to him so he may gain respect from the crew. The newbies wants their presence made known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended. The old captain is happy because he is now free. But the new captain, the senior crews, and newies on the ship-those that will be responsible to continue the ship's journey are left in animosity. No one can say now, will it able to keep the glory days any longer or will it just be another 'good old days'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113340637485463623?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113340637485463623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113340637485463623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113340637485463623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113340637485463623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/11/story.html' title='a story'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113281289395158581</id><published>2005-11-24T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:17:15.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. I am not the best son she has, but I know she means a lot to me. Trust me I shall never get any chance to say all...</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow ,November 25th is my mom's birthday. I am not the best son she has, but I know she means a lot to me. I shall never get any chance to say all these to her. This is the only avenue for me to express this. She will not read this but I don't care. I just wanna do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is the best mom in the world. When parents of my friends stuffs their children with bucks to spend, she is the only person that I know, has been succesfully wakes up every single morning as early as 4.30am since the past &lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt; years to cook food for us. Not only one dish, but its gonna be TWO dishes. One for us to bring to school ( Yes, I got laughed last time during schooldays, but after years I believe that she did just the right thing to do. Why the heck we need to spend money on foods in the canteen when home-made were just simply better). One more for us to reheat when we are back from school for lunch. In fact, she is still doing it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being the way I am, such a ungrateful person walking on the land belong to the God, has always, until today hurts her feelings from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to it, being a person that has problem to express feelings, made things worse. Trust me or not I did &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; hug my mom since the time I could remember things. I still remember the time I was still in USA, I promised myself, in front of Bob, Rakin, and Ustaz that the first thing I'm going to do when I got back home, was to hug my mom. Until today, its still just a unfulfilled promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you mom, the lady I called 'Mama' for the past 23 years of my life, I dedicate this song. It might not reflect you directly but actually it does in someway around. Hope you'll like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KANYE WEST - "Hey Mama"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hey Mama), I wanna scream so loud for you, cuz I'm so proud of you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you what I'm about to do, (Hey Mama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I act a fool but, I promise you I'm goin back to school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I appreciate what you allowed for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you to be proud of me (Hey Mama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little light of mine and I'm finna let it shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finna take yall back to them better times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm finna talk about my mama if yall don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was three years old, when you and I moved to the Chi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You fixed me up something that was good for my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You work late nights just to keep on the lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you would give anything in this world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you never put no man over me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I love you for that mommy cant you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuz a nigga cheatin, telling you lies, then I started to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we knelt on the kitchen floorI said mommy Imma love you till you don't hurt no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I'm older, you aint gotta work no more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Imma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See you're, unbreakable, unmistakable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Highly capable, lady that's makin loot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A livin legend too, just look at what heaven do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send us an angel, and I thank you (Hey Mama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forrest Gump mama said, life is like a box of chocolates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mama told me go to school, get your doctorate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somethin to fall back on, you could profit with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still supported me when I did the opposite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I feel like it's things I gotta get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things I gotta do, just to prove to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You was getting through, can the choir please&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me a verse of "You, Are So Beautiful To Me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maya Angelou, Nicky Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on mommy just dance wit me, let the whole world see your dancing feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now when I say Hey, yall say Mama, now everybody answer me (Hey Mama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess it also depends tho, if my ends low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Second they get up you gon get that Benzo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tint the windows, ride around the city and let ya friends know (Hey Mama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell your job you gotta fake em out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a restaurant, upper echelon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imma get you a jag, whatever else you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It don't gotta be Mother's Day, or your birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For me to just call and say (Hey Mama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Chorus (with variations)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love You, mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113281289395158581?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113281289395158581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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I am not the best son she has, but I know she means a lot to me. Trust me I shall never get any chance to say all...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113281043000893355</id><published>2005-11-24T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:36:18.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry for being away for more than two weeks without notice. Thanks for your concern, people. For those phone calls and text messages, I really a</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am sorry for being away for more than two weeks without notice. Thanks for your concern, people. For those phone calls and text messages, I really appreciate them. 'Lil khom_barb, seems like you just can't live without my blog, huh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, I am very disappointed with myself right now. I just failed to meet my own target and for me, that's just sucks! I myself set the goal but seems like it is too far to reach. Part of the blame on me but I just can't deny the fact that external factors played the major role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it’s my CILT project paper. (FYI, I'm doing a professional course - a U.K based Chartered Institute of Logistics and Transport) I suppose, at this time, in the middle of the process of completing it. But NO, I am not. In fact I didn't even start it. And it’s just BAD! My lecturer advisor gave me warning, and that's just a shame for me. Being one of the best CILT students made me feel that. Maybe it's just a ridiculous thing to think for you but not for me. Reason? It's a beautiful combination of my laziness and inability of the Rapid KL lady to respond my mails on time. Tried to call, seemed that didn't help that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, is time management. Below is my routine schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30am - Woke Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm - Ready to Start Life (Normally will listen to songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30pm - Walk to the bus station, take bus heading into UiTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00pm - In UiTM go to library&lt;br /&gt;-Read newspapers&lt;br /&gt;- Check emails&lt;br /&gt;- Read 'Cargonews' - For latest info. of logistics and transportation news&lt;br /&gt;- Try to revise for trial exam but never works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00pm - Head to Malaysia Institute of Transport (MITRANS)&lt;br /&gt;- Reading reports/papers on transport issues&lt;br /&gt;- Chattin aroudn ( I will normally end up with this )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00pm - Take bus home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.30pm - Either (a) Basketball, (b) Watch TV, or (c) Sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00pm onwards - Watch TV, or Hanging around with friends. Sometimes stay over Edz, Prov, and Hafiedz's place. That means 'Soul Calibur III 'till the day out. On nights with soccer matches, I'll be up for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00am - Sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.30am the next day - The routine continues&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just sick?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I have been planning to find a part-time job to fill my time but yet until today I didn't manage to find any. That's because (a) I am still waiting to get my driving license to ride motorbike (Funny rite, I have full license to drive car but no license to ride a bike. For those ever saw me ride bikes, yes you are right. I rode without license - Chan Kong Choy is so gonna be mad at me, a transport practitioner to be but I myself didn’t obey to law that much...hehehe...), (b) My project paper is still pending, I afraid if I started working than I wouldn't able to do it well (Am I a paranoid?, guess so!) and (c) Job that I manage to find, none of them relates to my field of expertise.(I'm being choosy? Maybe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess that's enough to explain all that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I close, I would want to take this opportunity to congratulate my bro, Shamaredza Sharoff Omar Bakhi for made it for a job offer in KPMG. In fact, he got two offers in the same time. The other was from Nokia. Man, go for KPMG...trust me, that’s like your dream of a lifetime that you have been telling me for years. The gate is now open, it’s just the matter for you to walk pass it to make your dream come true. Corporate Recovery Department...is such a GREAT kick start. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Mat Le, the one and the only Kelantanese boy in the CILT clan. Offer to BDM International was just a proof that you did a marvelous job, man. Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;See, my friends are making ways to big corps, what the hell I'm doing here, stuck in the university life? Damn you, Imran...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara&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/13917707-113281043000893355?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113281043000893355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113281043000893355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113281043000893355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113281043000893355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-sorry-for-being-away-for-more.html' title='I am sorry for being away for more than two weeks without notice. Thanks for your concern, people. For those phone calls and text messages, I really a'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113206464835050178</id><published>2005-11-15T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:24:08.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spent half of the day in Shama's place, watching TV. Somewhere around 8pm, As I was playing with the remote control, I found out that there was a show called 'Coffe with Karan'. It's an India-based talk show, like other talk show which features celebrities and any other famous or important people to have a chat about anything they feel they want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happen to be the guest for that nite was Kajol and Shah Rukh Khan. Karan, the host defines Kajol as a 'very sincere and sudden' in answering questions while Sharukh was classified as 'very philosophical'. Personally, I'm a kind of agree with him.  Yes, Kajol seemed to be so honest and straight, but yet the always make sense. While Shahrukh, though he was trying to be straight but he just can't run away from the true him. Philosophical, and some might say... a sweet talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion was playing aroud how Shahrukh and Kajol has always be such a great couple in evey single movie they were in. And the best part was, to see how each of them deals with questions that might trap them someway or another. When Kajol was asked on why is she making a comeback now, the way she put it was so (for me) nice when she said that she actually never left, it was just that she decide to do things she wants at time she wants, and it was so happen that she wants to get married at time when she was at the peak of her cerrier, meaning to say she choose to settle down with life, to have a family, get a baby and she will think what to do next.(After all, what do she have to lose anyway? Her husband is rich enough to support the family). And now she feels like she has already get what she wanted and... she decided to act again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharukh in the other hand when asked about her compatibility with Kajol in movies, lowered down himself and decide to give the praise to Kajol. She (Kajol) later felt not so happy with that remark because for her it was Shahrukh that make many things possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ab0ut that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets compare the situation with our local industry. Hmmm... interesting. Guess that many would think that I will 'hentam' (condemn) our actors or singers, or anybody in the entertainment industry. Maybe your dream will come true, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once got a chance to work in ntv7 ( FYI, those that don’t know Media Prima finally bought over the company last month-100% stake control) . During that time, 'Spanar Jaya' was one popular sitcom in the country. The recordings were done in one of the studios in the building where I worked in. The matter of fact is, it was just next door. So when I got free time I went in and watched the process. I saw such a great bonding between the actors. How could I believe my eyes to see Zaibo playing tap with 'Mat Rock' (Sorry, I forgot his real name). Such a big age difference but still, make no barrier between them. When 'Eddie Lentok' (again, I have no idea wht is his real name) walk into the studio, everybody gave respect-because he was the director. But yet, he still walks around and tap each of his camereamans' shoulder together with a smile. I was told that to complete one scene might take them several 'take's, and it was really tiring process. I can see in their eyes, how much they enjoy doing what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But does these happy faces were there on TV? To be shown to the public how wonderful the scene is? NO!!! Insted, when they have a small disagreement between one another, THAT will be written on every page of tabloids, magezines, entertainment news shows ( I guess that's the way to define shows like 'Melodi') and to make thing worse these people, misuse their capability to access the mass by making up the stories here and there, for the sake of making it sounds hot to drag attention from the public. In the end of the day, the two personalities became the victim. From not having any issue in between, they later got provoked and the ‘war of the world’ begins. Who had the last laugh? The media, and those assholes got all the praise. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree part of the blame also falls on them (celebrities) for not being professional enough to seek for the truth. I once read in a newspaper about how insensitive and ignorant our artists for not standing up for their own rights. In fact, they don’t even know that they have one. Many still live in the world of 'As long as it doesn’t hurt me, I just don’t give a fuck'. But once it hits them in the face, they are the one who out of sudden speaks out loud about rights, in case they finally manage to know one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long do we want to see this happening? Until when the mass would be stuffed with made-up stories? I'm tired of all this. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why am I so emotional about this? Do I any of my actor friends became their victim? Maybe. Was I the victim of those 'satans'? Nope. Its just that I pity these people. People that has gave themselves whole-heartedly to become 'anak wayang' to shine our entertainment industry. These people are not as strong as Hollywood or Bollywood stars to stay in the scene no matter what. Our culture is still very much very judgemental on others. Once a person is bad, they are bad for all time in the eyes of the public. Don't let these people down, just because one small mistake they did, or never do but media proclaims they did. Especially when they are at their best in giving to us. Trying to proove us that we are also good as compared to other nation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it them or is it us, or is it all of us that just love to see other's to fall? The harder they fall, the more happy we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like the history repeats itself. Remember how did Singapore falls into Stamford Raffles' hand? It was because of disagreement and hatred between Sultan Ibrahim and Sultan Ali...made Ibrahim ?was Temenggong at that time? asked the help from Raffles to win Singapore for him. The end? Ibrahim finally became a Sultan, by name but actually was the puppet for Raffles to rule the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let it happen again. Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Resmi anak wayang dicaci di hina,&lt;br /&gt;                       Tetapi tetap mahu memberi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why Malaysian movies never got to break even ASEAN’s market...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113206464835050178?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113206464835050178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113206464835050178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113206464835050178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113206464835050178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/11/spent-half-of-day-in-shamas-place.html' title=''/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113181023659308986</id><published>2005-11-12T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:44:21.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated...</title><content type='html'>I receive these messages from Sife UiTM webpage today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Message&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;long time friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="QTmsg294"&gt;Date/Time:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-12-2005 03:23 AM ET (US) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;TO IMRAN : PLEASE CALL ME.....017-4*0*6*2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second Message:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from:&lt;br /&gt;long time friend &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="QTmsg295"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;date/time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-12-2005 03:23 AM ET (US)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;imran .......call me ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you expect when a message like that being posted? Two consucutive message on a minute asking for a phone call. For me, it sounds important and heve to be done A.S.A.P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I called the person...and it was not a good experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritated 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a girl, speaking in nothern dialect. Asked her who she was...the reply was '"Alah, relaxlah.Buat apa nak cepat-cepat" (Relax, man..cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritated 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yet I kept being cool. Asked her again, and the reply was "Alah, kawan-kawan, kenapa nak kelam kabut sangat ni" ( We are friend, why the rush?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hate this the fact I did her a favor with the call and this is the kind of thing that I get. The fact that the call cost me so much is just another reaso to get angry. I decide to give her the last chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irritated 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asked her again, this time with threat that if she keep on being childish, I will just hang up. Guess what? Same kind of answer were given and I, realize that dealing with immature people might lead to maximum use of curse words that will just hurt some heart so badly, did what I thought best. Best for her, and of course for me too. For the betterment of this harmonious society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its your lost, stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113181023659308986?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113181023659308986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113181023659308986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113181023659308986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113181023659308986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/11/irritated.html' title='Irritated...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113139022546253009</id><published>2005-11-09T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:09:15.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terasing di Tembok Batu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday, November 8th,2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa Sudi - Terasing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa sudi dengar cerita dariku ini,&lt;br /&gt;Dari kamar titbesi menjadi jendelaku,&lt;br /&gt;Bersama dosa-dosa bibit kedukaanku,&lt;br /&gt;Masa dan hari menjadi permainainku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari berganti hari aku terus menunggu,&lt;br /&gt;Memikirkan dikan mengking kehidupanku,&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi bila ku dah menuggu,&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam kamr it menjadi kamar setiaku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya satu ku pinta,&lt;br /&gt;Ampunkanlah dosaku,&lt;br /&gt;Dari hamba Mu yang hina ini,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan... Ooo...&lt;br /&gt;Temukanlah hamba Mu,&lt;br /&gt;Dari insan yang amat rindu,&lt;br /&gt;Sebelumku bertemu Mu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai teman wahai saudara,&lt;br /&gt;Dengarlah rintihanku ini,&lt;br /&gt;Gelak tawamu itu kubawa bersama,&lt;br /&gt;Selangkahku dari kamar sepi,&lt;br /&gt;Maafkanlah diriku ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read further, I beg you to closely read the lyric above. I sat in front of the TV listening to every words came out and I jot down all of them, just to give chance for us to think, a &lt;em&gt;muhasabah (&lt;/em&gt;reflection to self) tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I wanted to ask you to guess what the song is about. Maybe I want to go further by asking you who the singer might be. But I guess I can't wait to tell you. Believe me or not, the song above was written by a prisoner and sang by an all-prisoner band called 'Terasing' from Taiping Prison, Perak. I was watching a documentary about them called 'Dari Kubu Batu' or something like it. Its about the people celebrating Eid in the prison, the prisoner itself and those warder on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tersisih di kubu batu...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a bit of lyric from their other song from them. The band was established by the prison management as a form of rehabilitation for those prisoners. It was really sad to look at them. Being separated from the world for mistake made in their life. More importantly, it's not only them who have to bare the pain. Everybody else related to them were also somehow effected. The family especially, how they have to go thru life without their loved ones, like a wife shown in the documentary, carried the children along while visiting the husband. I looked in the eyes of the boy, he seemed not to understand a single thing happening around him. Why he have to go so far to meet his daddy when his other friends have their dad at home? Why is mom crying?Isn't it a happy day? it's Eid, right, eveyone wears nice cloth and enjoyig themselves. Why there was a thick glass in the middle of them, not allowing him to shake and kiss his father's hand on the holy day? Why mom got to use telephone to talk to dad even he is just in front of his eyes? Why dad wasn't wearing 'Baju Melayu' like him? All these questions left unanswered. He was clueless. Until when would he be in that condition? Wondering why things are not the same for him compared to his surrounding world? No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mind flies, I suddenly recall one headline on a tabloid at a mamak stall 2 weeks ago. Sounds something like 'Saya Rindu Ayah' (I miss my dad) - and the name of the boy was written there. I managed to read the earlier part of the article. I was about a group of people appealing to the Prime Minister of Malaysia cum Minister of Internal Affairs to release their family members that were currently held under the Internal Security Act (ISA). These people were held for more than 4 years and the court has just approved to extend their detention for the next 2 years. The article proclaims that these people have been detained without reason and up until today there was no charge being put on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go on the details, but the part that I want us to think about is, if those prisons that have already know why and how long they are going to be in prison feels the pain of being detained, how would these people in the condition where they are not certain on what's gonna happen to them would feel? I guess it would be so much more than the earlier group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I leave if for you to decide...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113139022546253009?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113139022546253009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113139022546253009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113139022546253009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113139022546253009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/11/terasing-di-tembok-batu.html' title='Terasing di Tembok Batu'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113138627381557226</id><published>2005-11-08T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:08:56.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>raya post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, november 7th, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back from Eid celebration. Somehow we decide to go back to Penang, my dad's hometown. We normally prefer to celebrate it in my mom's place in Pantai Remis, Perak. Maybe our presence is more needed there. Reason? My cousin is getting married, so need to help here and there &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about Penang is the FOOD. Some even call Penang as 'heaven of food'. My favorite? Nasi Kandar is on the top. The hunt for Nasi kandar started from the first night in Penang. 'Line Clear' - one of the famous is actually not a shop. It’s a chain of stalls on a small street between shop lots. So as you eat, don't be surprised to see some motorcycle pass thru you. Why its called such? Last time, it used to be the place where those who decided to 'ponteng (skip) fasting during Ramadhan look for food without being caught by the authority. It's a history now, but yet the name stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Eid was a totally new experience for me. To perform the Eid prayer a drizzle was something new for me. I personally love it, feels like the God is blessing me with His 'rahmah' and 'inayah'. Maybe I sound weird (yeah, these things, coming from me) but that was the exact feeling I felt. Love it, love it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd Syawwal, our family, in 7 cars traveled to Gunung Semanggol, Perak. My as I said before, my cousin is getting married. Its just the 'akad nikah', the kenduri will come later. Everything went fine except the part where the ceremony was delayed for 1 and half hour. Reason? Here is the story. The other couple (no relation to us) was scheduled to be after our turn invaded the 'Qadi's house as soon as they see us entering the mosque. Fro me, it was so childish for them to act in such way. Even if they are so desperate to have a legal sexual intercourse even by 1 and half hour earlier that scheduled, they could request from us to have their ceremony earlier. We would have no hell problem with that. Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, we went to Pantai Remis, my mom’s hometown. The traditional 'Laksa Mee' has been my favorite every time I'm there. It was one dish I would love to eat at anytime. So simple, but yet the taste...excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just arrive in K.L this noon. I guess I spent the whole day sleeping...zzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113138627381557226?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113138627381557226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113138627381557226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113138627381557226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113138627381557226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/11/raya-post.html' title='raya post'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113139343905258773</id><published>2005-10-30T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:57:19.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An evening in Jalan TAR part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who says only Mawi can generate sales...Papa Rock also can...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The famous Den Wahab...even Michael Jackson used to come here for a set of 'Baju Melayu'. A friend tolds me that. No kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02716.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pustaka Indonesia... I have to admit the best place to find good religious book in K.L. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/chaos1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The critical scene. DBKL guy was having a 'soft talk' with the seller whom been coinfiscated. Look at the guy with Brown cap. At this time he wasn't realize that I was snapping around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/chaos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The unlucky shot, look at the guy in Brown cap again, he just realize that I was there and right after that, ran towards me folowed by his friends. I guess the one who says 'Biarlah' was the one in Blue t-shirt with Yellow lines in the arms. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113139343905258773?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113139343905258773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113139343905258773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113139343905258773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113139343905258773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/evening-in-jalan-tar-part-2.html' title='An evening in Jalan TAR part 2'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113069364668219143</id><published>2005-10-30T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:58:13.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an evening in jalan TAR before Eid part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/baloonseller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/baloonseller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First shot of the day, Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman, a man selling bubble gun to pedestrians... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/ff11f4b5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A baloon seller, walking in the middle of Jalan Masjid India&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A lady cycling thru the busy road carrying used boxes to sell. For a bit to bite&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A proof on how Mawi being used to create sales &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Should I shut my eyes, Blind off the cries, And leave them on their on their knees? As this world goes on with dollars and pounds and rich, and poor, and the mighty' - Caburtor Dung 1997&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02710.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Roti-roti buy my roti, roti kaya roti kari...semua ada-ada roti' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113069364668219143?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113069364668219143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113069364668219143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113069364668219143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113069364668219143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/evening-in-jalan-tar-before-eid-part-1.html' title='an evening in jalan TAR before Eid part 1'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113061737081754039</id><published>2005-10-29T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:03:24.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have always wanted to be a phoographer cum writer, but can't. got a chance to do it today, did it, the outcome was : GREAT !!!</title><content type='html'>first time to blog from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up today by a phone call, my cousin asked me a favor to accompany his sister, which is one of the closest cousin i ever had to come back to Gombak. First thing i had on my mind: Darn! i planned to have anice walk around K.L, particularly Jalan Tuanku Abdul Rahman and its surroundin areas. wanted to observe Malaysian's last minute habit. in this case, the last minute shopping for EidFitr. in my mind, i want to carry around my camera and take as many pictures as i can, and post it here. after some negotition, my cousin was willing come along with me, provided if i go to Puduraya with her. both of us said o.k and the journey begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ( i mean we) started walking around. it wasn't a long walk as both of us need to be home for breakfast a.k.a iftaar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, what did i find?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hardship of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was walking around the place, actually the first thing came across my mind was the strength of these people to go thru life. how life is so hard for them and they would do anything as to keep on living. at least to get a bite to eat for the day. some people got to manipulate others' popularity for their own good. best example, those sellers in the nighe market no matter what they sell uses Mawi, the winner of Akedemi Fantasia 3 to generate sales. i also managed to find one seller that maybe don't like Mawi as much as others, uses Ramli Sarip-Malaysia's Papa Rock as his icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encountered a scene whereby people from DBKL was confiscating a beg seller. maybe it was the permit issues. situation was tight, the guys at least 3 of them was arguing with 2 officers. so i snapped 2 shots. the 2nd shot was the unlucky one. one of the guys realized that, ran towards me and started to accuse me. his friends later came along. later i found out that they were immigrants from indonesis from the way they talk. the dialect, i mean. one of the fella tried to grab my camera off, but i was holding it tight. later i told him (yes, i lied to him) that i was just looking at pictures in my camera, which happen to be my torn adidas stan smith shoes. showed him that picture, gave a straight face, and started to walk off. i know for a fact that if i stay longer, i might get beaten up. one of them later asked him to let me go, so i just continue walking. damn, that was close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Minuters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to say this but i guess many Malaysians just love to do works at the last minute. i personally think that very much implies in the Malays. the people that i know, friends that i have, and sometimes myself, might need to have some attitude change on this particular part of their life. the thing is, nobody could help them in anyway except themselves. many people that i met, saw and talked to admitted that they WERE doing last minute shoppings. reason for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRILLIONS&lt;/strong&gt; of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Others&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i found the area as an interesting place to walk around. maybe its not too bad to say that by going to such places, you get to see the 'real life' of people, struggling day-by-day to live. Also, there are middle class people that go thru life as a routine. not much to worry about but to sustain whatever they already heve. the upper class people, pointing around as they were walking to get whatever they want while a boy was squatting, just beside his feet asking for a penny. eally reminds me to one song by Caburator Dung - 'Happy'. Anyway, are we happy now?&lt;br /&gt;p/s pictures will be up soon. something wrong with the usb hub today. it just doesn't detect the camera...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113061737081754039?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113061737081754039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113061737081754039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113061737081754039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113061737081754039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-have-always-wanted-to-be-phoographer.html' title='i have always wanted to be a phoographer cum writer, but can&apos;t. got a chance to do it today, did it, the outcome was : GREAT !!!'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113051673440528633</id><published>2005-10-29T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:25:34.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted life..but still, its great!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28/10/2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help myself to tell you how i have wasted the past 5days ( including today) of my life...some people would say that i'm just making a bad statement on myself, but..what a heck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i literally did NOTHING at all. i wake up at 12pm everyday, wondering around. grab serang's nokia n-gage and start my 'cereer' in EA Sport FIFA 2005.  that will normally take about 1 to 3 hours ( for sure i stop along the way and countinue playing again later ) ... serang will leave to work around 2.30pm. he works in the KFC, by the way. then i will have a half-an-hour gap before my next agenda. 3pm, i'll be in front of the t.v, watching chinese drama. that will keep me for an hour. 4pm onwards, until 5.30 pm before the next chinese drama, i will keep on changing stations in which i normally end up watching cooking-related programs. 6.30, the drama ends, or sometimes i leave the drama at 6 so i can go out to ramadhan bazaar with mat le or baka or both of them, looking for food for break fast. after iftar, we gonna watch sitcom, malay or another chinese drama, then the news, halim wil  join us after he got back from work aroud this moment, then we will play along with whatever appears on the screen until 12.00am before i ride out to fetch serang from work. thats only if i didn't go out for basketball. 12.30 both of us gonna go to restoran gembira in section 3 to get our telor goreng dadar+sup kosong+sambal belacan for sahur (yes, thats all i had for sahur)...get ourselves back home, and start watching t.v again while listening to serang telling stories on what happen on the day at his workpalce. all of us will not sleep until 4.30am for sahur, after fajr prayer we all gonna be dead for couple of hours. 12pm , life starts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yerp, its a wasted life...maybe i am too used to american lifestyle? bullshit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept on asking myself why does this happen? normally i am such a person that could not live to do nothing. i just hate myself if i have nothing to do. as i kept on thinking, i guess maybe i am at the point where i just want to lose it all. i don't know why. maybe the singapore therapy is not good enough? but then again, i guess i have a better answer...its just me. its just me that has been asking to keep on giving reasons on my laziness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"M SUCH A LAZYBOY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta stop this and start pushing myself back to the glory days...god, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113051673440528633?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113051673440528633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113051673440528633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113051673440528633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113051673440528633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/wasted-lifebut-still-its-great.html' title='wasted life..but still, its great!!!'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-113015994531134038</id><published>2005-10-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T06:19:05.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear my beloved people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/IMG_8576RZ1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/IMG_8576RZ1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after months of patient wait, the time has come. the day when i can see faces that i have missed for long. faces of people that decided to leave things that they have in malaysia, up to the level where many of us need to extend our duration of studies by extending semesters to reach for a cance of a lifetime....to fly to the united states of america for the sake to gain knowledge that we could never imagine...plus unlimited fun, uncountable good memories, and tons of smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all of us, we are no more just friend, we are family. a big one. a happy one. and its gonna be that way, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shroom's, KLCC witnessed how much joy we had to get to see each other again. when the girls started to scream + hugging each other (aza &amp; mag, you are the best!!!), when each of us can't stop talking even with out mouth full, when every of us were worried about fea when she suddenly got herself in front of PWTC, when feroz was the king to get the most food, when zulia can't stop eating until we need to postpone our journey to starbucks, when bob and me realized that most of the girls (syahz, fea, zulia for sure, aza is out of the list, others, we don't know) don't even know how to drive to KLCC, in fact syahz and zulia even 'used' us to get themselves there, when bynie used the term of 'subway' instead of 'putra-lrt', and so many other things that happened...it was witnessed by all...proof that we are such a big happy family, even with no enough presence of members, we were there, we did our thing, we totally had fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the foodcourt, to shroom's, to starbucks, seemed that we don't have enough time to share all our stories. we definetely need another thing like this, maybe after 'eid-fitr', open houses (sorry zulia, you are so gonna miss all of them, enjoy your trip to U.K well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the joy we had, was 2 days ago. but yet,i still feel it until today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-113015994531134038?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/113015994531134038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=113015994531134038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113015994531134038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/113015994531134038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-my-beloved-people.html' title='dear my beloved people'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112991198462018818</id><published>2005-10-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T09:26:24.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friends...a great give by god ( yes, i believe in god !!! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21/10/2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a kind of proud on what i did today. out of sudden i missed my friends so much. i feel like i want to hug  every of them and tell them how much they means to me... i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, sent my homie, serang to work. guess i shall be going to fecth him back soon after i'm sone with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story starts after the iftar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took my friend's bike and start having friends' home hoping. started with bob, went to see him. actually it was more that i want to send him his recommendation letter from SIFE H.Q for after his great reputation during our 3 months stay in the u.s.a. not long, asked him how he is doing, (unfortunately, he got headeche, so can't stay long..it has been such a long time since i got chance to hang out sith this big man) and later rode to azuan's house. remember, it was a sudden decision, so i didn't really get any chance to call my friends first before i go to their place. he wasn't around. mid valley if i was not mistaken. got on the bike again, went to sec.7, the place where zety, faez, jijie, mel and camme stays. none of them were around except zety. jijie went back to J.B. Faez went out with Mel to Selangor Medical Center, visiting a friend, camme no longer stays in the house. so  i spent time with zety over  a drink at Khulafa's and now i'm here in Mutiara Digital, the best cyber center in shah alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy to find all my friend were in pretty much good condition, they are healthy, they are happy, and they are having a smooth sailing life ahead. who in the world ever like to see their friends in sorrow, sick ( but got to admit many of my friends were sick in the head but still i love them), and having bad time. whoever try to mess with my any of friend, got to watch themselves out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.k people, serang will finish his shift in several minutes. better go now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112991198462018818?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112991198462018818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112991198462018818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112991198462018818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112991198462018818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/friendsa-great-give-by-god-yes-i.html' title='friends...a great give by god ( yes, i believe in god !!! )'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112982341212928963</id><published>2005-10-20T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T08:50:12.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>al-fatihah</title><content type='html'>its a sad day today, Malaysia's no.1 lady - Datin Sri Endon Mahmood has just passed away this morning...according to reports, it was at 7.55am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every t.v station filled their slot during the day to broadcast the funeral 'live' on t.v. anyone that rely on public t.v stations can only resort to watch channel 2 if they want something else besides the reading of Al-Quran or any funeral-realted programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you watch tv3, there was a small slot at the bottom of the screen where people can send sms (some call it text message) to express their condolences to the Prime Minister and his family on the big loss. I personally envy this lady since long time ago for her strength to go against her breast cancer disease. for me, she is an icon for Malaysians if they are looking for somebody like Lence Armstrong in this country. if anybody bother to look at her past, she has been standing strong against her disease and go thru her daily life with pride. pride as a lady, as a mother, as wife to the Prime Minister of this wonderful land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go back to the sms slot. as the column was for Malaysians that have no chance to meet their leader face to face to tell him how much we feel him, i don't want to be left behind. so i send one sms. something sounds like how much its a great loss for the country to lose her and another normal condolence message&lt;em&gt;lah. &lt;/em&gt;later i send it to &lt;em&gt;'dapat' &lt;/em&gt;(32728)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a shock of my life when i realize that i was charged nearly one ringgit for that message. there was no notification that my sms will be charged at all on the t.v screen. it wasn't about the ammount they charge, for me its more like how could they use this situation as opportunity to generate revenue. to make money on somebody else's sad day. to make things worse, i have no idea where will the money go. if it goes to the 'Penyayang' - a cancer centre in Putrajaya, brain child of the late no.1 lady i would not have any problem. Charge me even 5 ringgit per sms, i am game for it. but if it goes to their dirty pockets? damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are they too desprate of money? if it was ntv7 or the late Channel 9 ( incase if it still exists today), maybe i could, even i still hate it, take it. but this is tv3, owned by Media Prima Sdn . Bhd, a company that owns 3 tv stations in the country (tv3, 8tv, they bought over channel 9). in fact, they are eyeing to buy ntv7 and if it happens, the company will be the sole provider of public t.v station provided by a private organization in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i am starting to have doubt on their another program to generate funds thru sms. its the 'Bersamamu' program. its about unfortunate peeple around the country, where their sufferings to go thru life be showed and viewers may donate to them via sms valued 2, 5, or 10 ringgit. how can i be assured that the money will be safely delivered to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you still you remember, if i'm not mistaken it was last year there was a similar program in ntv7 organized by ANSARA. it was called Tabung Harapan Ihsan Pelajar a.k.a Tabung HIP. every night, during the prime time news (8pm) a slot to show sufferings of kids around the country that can't go with their studies, mostly primary and secondary school students because their poor life condition and people may donate via sms (rm 10 per sms), a phone call ( the longer you call, the more you donate), or cheque. i was one of the person that worked as telephonist. my job, just to talk to donors, hear their stories, and up to a level, to be a councellor to those that can't stand their emotions.(remember, the longer their call time, the more their donation is. many of them cried. most of them can't believe their eyes that there were still people living in hunger with maximum 1 meal per day consisting of rice, salt,and water...most of them were people that came from very hard life and become very successful person nowadays. those kids reminded them to themselves during their yuonger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during that 1 month experience, i finally believed that there are still a lot of good people that cares about other people with full of their heart in this country. not like those that donates for money, name, and hidden agendas. and until today, i hope that i will become somebody like them when i'm rich. sometime in the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i close, my deepest condolence to Prime Minister and his family...al-fatihah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112982341212928963?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112982341212928963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112982341212928963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112982341212928963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112982341212928963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/al-fatihah.html' title='al-fatihah'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112973196536716736</id><published>2005-10-19T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T08:11:45.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the card</title><content type='html'>zul came to the room last nite, i was watching t.v with mat le, serang , and halim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a kind of weird the way he acted last nite, he seemed like wanting to tell semething but kept on resisting doing that. he opened topics, mostly about CILT, and later dropped it with no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we know, he was hiding something. but for us that has known him for the last 2 years ( halim even known him for 5 years) we just let him be. we know sooner or later when he couldn't take it anymore ( to keep the secret, he will somehow blow it anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later he called mat le out of the room, he (mat le) came back in... with a blue card in his hand. i guess zul wanted him to first keep it for himself, but what a heck, mat le was on our side ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what card was it? finally, after 2 years being a member of one of the most respected logistics and transport organization in the world, we got our membership card. now, i got proof to say that i am a member of this insititute. it is not that the card took 2 years to sail from london (that's where the institute based on). the card has just been introduced this year. for me, this is another proof on how the new president of CILT Malaysia, Mr. Abdul Radzak Malek is working hard to upheld the name of CILT in Malaysia. First step, to instill the sense of belonging and proud among the members to be a part of the CILT family. I salute you, Sir. &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zul later gave the rest of us our cards, and that ends the story of the day... but still, as usual, these card-makers just love..again and again..to spell my dad's name incorrecly. supposedly it is 'Ali Imran Mohd Noordin' , not Nordin...felt so irritated. the good part is, our card looks MUCH nicer than ACCA's (shama is so gonna be pissed, hahhahaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: mamat kat sebelah aku ni apasal lah..gaduh ngan awek at cc...penat aku nak dengar.. "kerana you lah telah musnahkan hati i, penat i call pagi tadi, kalau la saya jatuh masuk longkang tadi..bla..bla..bla..."( no kidding, i am listening to this now, the guy is saying it repeated ly...can't stand it anymore..help me!! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112973196536716736?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112973196536716736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112973196536716736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112973196536716736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112973196536716736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/card.html' title='the card'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112973018092320921</id><published>2005-10-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:59:38.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another house related case II and a sad case of my adidas stan smith</title><content type='html'>thought i can spend the day to relax. too bad, i was wrong. this time, its provos-a friend i have known at least sincethe past 3 years. i asked him a favor to send me to the futsal court. playing with my debate mates tonight. "its a guys' nite out" says hafiedz. provos, with edzuan later made me help them to carry their stuffs to their house (5th floor, flat pkns sec.7 shah alam). they are moving in with hafiedz now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played futsal - as usual, it was the old skool vs the new school. the old skool team, experience was the main key to success..the new school..they are still young, in shape, full of energy. it was a real good game. at least for the old skoolers..when 1 of our goal counted as 2.hehhee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, god was great. he 'paid' my rudeness on the spot..( ya lah, i was the one who laughed to the max everytime i got to score goal or to deny their try.. the victim was...my beloved adidas stan smith .... huaaa!!! ( but still, it managed to score &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="159" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="127" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more goals after the tragedy..) &lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="240" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/DSC02578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112973018092320921?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112973018092320921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112973018092320921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112973018092320921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112973018092320921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-house-related-case-ii-and-sad.html' title='another house related case II and a sad case of my adidas stan smith'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112972849444456181</id><published>2005-10-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:28:14.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another house related case</title><content type='html'>remember yesterday i cleaned my house? today is another house job for me. this time, its my friend's house. kadak is moving out to kota damansara, and i agreed to lend him a hand. we ended up sleeping in the car as his original room was pack with boxes filled with his stuffs. damn this guy, his own stuff (reminder: he is a single guy staying in a room in one apartment, sharing with an arab couple and his room was the smallest room out of all) could fill 1 tonne lorry. ngam-ngam soi... luckily he is moving into a flat unit where he will stay ALONE. good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was such a challange to load 1-tonne stuffs to the 4th floor of a low cost pkns flat. there was no elevator, just physical strength. fasting some more...damn..tired dey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, we later went to homelife to buy a queen size bed just for 99 bucks..a weekend offer. then to IKEA, to grab some other stuff. again another climb to the 4th floor...luckily it was after iftar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to gombak after the house was done. enough for a creature like kadak to live...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112972849444456181?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112972849444456181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112972849444456181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112972849444456181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112972849444456181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-house-related-case.html' title='another house related case'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112972749093419857</id><published>2005-10-14T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T06:11:30.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm....</title><content type='html'>nothing much, it is just another beautiful day. cleaned the house, the condition was too bad for a human creature to live in. most of my housemates have moved out and rent a house in section 8, leaving me alone in the house. thank god, sometimes my ex-roomate still drop by and it looks like he is going to stay in again. evening, had 'iftar' with my fellow CILT people in McD Section 3 Shah Alam. Picture will be up later. its such a nice feeling to see those faces again. some are already working (ironicly, one of us even work in McD headquarters in damansara)...some still looking for one, some are considering to leave their current job as result for their hari raya leave were not approved. hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a nice day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112972749093419857?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112972749093419857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112972749093419857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112972749093419857'/><link 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src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/17516775313029l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October 13th, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/17516775313029l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the people that you see in the picture(excluding me), today is such an important day for them. the day that they have been waiting since the last 2 years. why? simple...its the result day for their final exam. the one that says either they are now free from their student world, or else hey need to keep attending classes, at least unitl next february. well, supposedly i should be in the list, but the moment i decided to go to U.S.A for the internship program, i automatically need to extend my study until next february.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was there, for my friends. i just want to be there, as a friend that supports my friend in whatever course. if they make it, i will be there to give them a hi-five, if they stumble, i'll always there wipe their tears. well, some made it, some not. impliedly saying that they will be sitting in the class with me again , together we work to gain in coming exam. there was 3 papers(for a professional degree, 3 papers is already tough). transport planning (where most of them scored, or at least passed the paper) , project paper (unbelievably ALL of them made it at least for a 'C', meaning they still pass the paper), and transport policy ( this one, is the point of downfall-45% of them failed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way i look at it? its just a nature... in going thru obstacles in life, some would make it, those who are not just need to try harder and hope for the better. i myself, after looking at what happened, starting to get worry about my own capability. i personally love transport policy so much compared to planning. but in my last CILT exam, i scored better in subject that i don't really like (Business Strategy and Policy) compared to the one i like ( Movement of Goods). why i like policy? simple...that subject allows me to answer from my heart. there is no right or wrong answer, just the way you argue for your stand. besides, i can incoporate more real-life examples to visualize my points, adding more weight to my answers. not that i say i can't do that in transport planning, it is just that subject requires too much based-on-book answers. you know, like the time you was in SPM or diploma level examination...*sigh*or maybe i am the one that is asking too much, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the rest of the day 'lepak'ing with my old classmates. those who passed all papers(indirecly saying they are a graduated student) are now officially my so-called-seniors in the course. damn, they made it to become a chartered member to the institution earlier. when i am supposedly be one of them. yes, i feel some regrets, but it's just a passing feeling. i'm o.k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish my friend that made it, to start working in line with the industry . such a waste to spend 2 years working for a international professional qualification but ended up in some other feild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my iftar(thats to open fast)...was good. cititel, mid valley. first time in my life to open fast in a hotel. thanks to lin for the invite. later she introduced me to this japanese 'taco tau'. its like a ball with various fillings (you can choose octopus, chicken ham, or shrimp) taste good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to leave, the abang burger stall will be closing in several minutes. need to get something for my 'sahur'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112922290114291942?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112922290114291942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13917707&amp;postID=112922290114291942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112922290114291942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13917707/posts/default/112922290114291942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-that-have-been-waited-for.html' title='day that have been waited for...'/><author><name>imran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01198556870832393234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/14888256838526l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13917707.post-112900550623804492</id><published>2005-10-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:45:38.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roti Canai Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/91e6df4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/91e6df4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was having my 'sahur' ( thats a meal before fasting for one day for muslims) after basketball last night. played until 2.30 am, had a drink until 3.30am and later we (mel, hanif, jibert, and myself) got to sneak into the college thru some ratholes. back to the story. roti canai (some call prata) was one of the meal i had last night, after one mee goreng mamak. looking at those roti, reminds me to one time when i was n the U.S when many of us was hunge and desperate to taste a malaysian food. so we decided to make roti canai, spicy chicken curry, and some other chicken-based food as we still have lots of 'halal' chicken in the fridge. some of us just don't take non-halal chicken so that time was a good time for the kenduri so that everybody can really eat. mildred looked for roti canai recepie on the net, came back and make the dough. fea was busy with chicken curry. zulia and feroz was making some other dish, if i'm not mistaken they took care of the vege-based dishes, syahz was helping out here and there, rakin was taking care of smal-mart, a convenient store, bob was in his room, had fever, is (thats a name) was also helping here and there. me? as you see there, i was the one, trusted to 'tebar' the roti. actually it wasn't me alone, anuar was sith me but he decided not to be in the picture. it was funny to think the way we decided to do it. eventhough it has been planned for a long time but the day we decided to do it, it was like it was never planned. some of the girls went out clubbing (it was thursday nite), some others was also out. it was a bit sad because we can't gather all of us and had the meal together. but it was still good with the crowd that we have, most of us were the eat-un-stop-able type of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/707343c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/707343c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a272/imuran_san/707343c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at those faces... faces of winners. people that worked hard for good taste of food (not to forget to mention that rakin later become honourable dishwash-man because he didn't help at all during the cooking process) &lt;strong&gt;... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss those wonderful people so much...i really do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13917707-112900550623804492?l=aliimranmn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aliimranmn.blogspot.com/feeds/112900550623804492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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