<?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-11097191</id><updated>2012-01-19T07:02:24.349Z</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='MO09'/><category term='bowling'/><title type='text'>from the inside...</title><subtitle type='html'>it's how he views the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1323</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7613440946884396363</id><published>2012-01-19T07:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:02:24.357Z</updated><title type='text'>saya eksiden</title><summary type='text'>
pada pagi ini, saya kemalangan.

Tina melanggar sebuah kereta Saga FL, di lampu isyarat yang tidak berfungsi, pada kelajuan tinggi, dalam lebih kurang 60km/j, atau lebih. Tina remuk di bahagian depan, memerlukan rawatan, tetapi sekadar pesakit luar (orang bengkel tu kata petang dah boleh siap)

manakala, saya pula... alhamdulillah, tiada kecedaraan parah... so far. sekadar satu luka di lutut (</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7613440946884396363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7613440946884396363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7613440946884396363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/saya-eksiden.html' title='saya eksiden'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4592777146444993487</id><published>2012-01-15T15:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:52:26.075Z</updated><title type='text'>the thing about T-ara...</title><summary type='text'>...is, i have no clue about what they're trying to achieve.

it's the same with all of k-pop actually.

btw. remember Roly Poly? i've told you how i'm unimpressed with them after watching a video of theirs dancing to that song. well guess what. i've flipped.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s64J9Qfz6ZM


the appeal? they all shuffle, in unison. kagum kot!!! (and the outfit is a bit more tolerable </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4592777146444993487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4592777146444993487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4592777146444993487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/thing-about-t-ara.html' title='the thing about T-ara...'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2395805605541278985</id><published>2012-01-13T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:51:27.535Z</updated><title type='text'>hello, yuni!</title><summary type='text'>introducing, the latest sweetheart in the house. unifi.

the day she moved in, i downloaded a movie, just to celebrate the occasion (read: more like to try the connection). at around 150kbps before 12, and 200+kbps after midnight, after around 2 hours, i got myself a copy of 1.4gb 50/50 movie. ecstatic.

then worked and worked as usual. and thought of watching more movies. so i googled for top 10</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2395805605541278985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2395805605541278985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2395805605541278985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-yuni.html' title='hello, yuni!'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5170368246591538873</id><published>2012-01-11T09:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:22:45.279Z</updated><title type='text'>di petang bila azmir tak kacau.</title><summary type='text'>di googletalk, baru lalu. 

gadis: nak suruh tido ke?
daku: suruh tido? buat apa. kalau boleh, saya tanak bagi awak tido kot.
gadis: kenapa?
daku: mana boleh. saya tengah berjaga bersengkang mata (editor: it's 3.30pm...), gigih bekerja, nak kasi awak tido? 
daku: tidak, tidak...
gadis: maksud awak, awak nak isteri awak bekerja jugak?
gadis: tak boleh suri rumah?
gadis: lol 
gadis: *sila jangan </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5170368246591538873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5170368246591538873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5170368246591538873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/di-petang-bila-azmir-tak-kacau.html' title='di petang bila azmir tak kacau.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-14354489212556902</id><published>2012-01-09T16:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:25:30.481Z</updated><title type='text'>tukar tiub tayar.</title><summary type='text'>

so last Friday, on the way to work, my bike actually hit/rode over a road light reflector as shown by the photo above. the bump was a little bit more 'felt' than usual bumps and humps on the road, probably due to the round nature of the thing, combined with the fact that i was going at quite a speed (around 70-80kmh).

but nothing wrong was felt for some period of time after the incident. until</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=14354489212556902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/14354489212556902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/14354489212556902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/tukar-tiub-tayar.html' title='tukar tiub tayar.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8074975447042379286</id><published>2012-01-09T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:19:15.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Roly Poly</title><summary type='text'>alkisah i have a friend who is a k-pop fanatic. and lately he (yes, he.... needless to say the k-pop band is a girl band) has been posting links, be it video or something else, about T-ara, more specifically, about one of their songs, Roly Poly.

so, the slow method of persuasion finally succumbed to me, and i decided to maybe check out what it's all about. so i opened one link, and it was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8074975447042379286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8074975447042379286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8074975447042379286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/roly-poly.html' title='Roly Poly'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5124960418076050565</id><published>2012-01-06T06:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T06:50:14.368Z</updated><title type='text'>Two is better than One</title><summary type='text'>so it came across my mind.

how do you, a single guy, go about visiting your friend's house, who is already married?

i may be generalizing. but i think for girl to visit her girl friend's house who's already married... maybe not so much of a big deal.

but for a guy, say, like me, to go to a friend's house, who is already married, be it male or female, it would be...

... i don't know. but i </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5124960418076050565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5124960418076050565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5124960418076050565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='Two is better than One'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7083975770852421324</id><published>2012-01-05T00:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:25:18.243Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop!</title><summary type='text'>the thing about Foster The People is, i love their songs even before i knew that the songs are theirs. as in... in the case of their fourth single, Don't Stop. i love it the first time i heard it, and i knew that it has to be their song, even before i was told that they are the singer.

just why i didn't buy the tickets to see their concert next week in KL, i do not know. must be the old </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7083975770852421324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7083975770852421324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7083975770852421324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-stop.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop!'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3323125195288509374</id><published>2011-12-30T17:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:04:32.602Z</updated><title type='text'>hot girls</title><summary type='text'>so a friend of mine came to my cubicle one morning before facebook is blocked by the network. and he popped the question:

"so tell me who's your friend who's hot... and still single"

i hesitated, and after some moments paused, i told him that none came up in my mind. especially after he mentioned the last part of his... what, request? a few hot people did come to mind when he first asked. but </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3323125195288509374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3323125195288509374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3323125195288509374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/hot-girls.html' title='hot girls'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8531977902527859851</id><published>2011-12-28T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:41:00.798Z</updated><title type='text'>pre-2012 resolutions.</title><summary type='text'>i'm not sure about how i feel about the fact that now work is my primary concern over everything else. as in, for example, right now, when i felt like writing, i would first think if i still have any work to do before i can spend some time blogging.  which is also the case with almost everything else, for examples:

1) i'm supposed to be the initiator between my fellow rakan sekerja to go for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8531977902527859851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8531977902527859851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8531977902527859851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/pre-2012-resolutions.html' title='pre-2012 resolutions.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-6557522021252086153</id><published>2011-12-27T09:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T09:06:40.070Z</updated><title type='text'>a whole lot of bulls</title><summary type='text'>i hate to admit this. but i think i kinda like staying at the office beyond 5pm to finish the work as soon as possible.



this may be different to people who just have to go back late because they must finish it or they just can't bring back home their work. but... essentially, it's still two same cases. both also stay up late at the office.



except one is voluntarily, and the other is forced </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=6557522021252086153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6557522021252086153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6557522021252086153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/whole-lot-of-bulls.html' title='a whole lot of bulls'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-848696401649849908</id><published>2011-12-26T03:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T03:57:23.771Z</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless Long Weekend</title><summary type='text'>so i was looking at the archives, and i saw that the frequency of posts is deteriorating.

and i thought this long weekend, maybe i could write something meaningful.

but turns out that, there isn't anything worth writing. so i thought, hm, maybe i should reflect and write about why is it that, despite the long weekend, i don't feel like writing anything.

why eh?

is it because there isn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=848696401649849908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/848696401649849908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/848696401649849908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/meaningless-long-weekend.html' title='Meaningless Long Weekend'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4188246029740730245</id><published>2011-12-19T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T04:16:26.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Tina, Love.</title><summary type='text'>i think you guys haven't met. guys, this is Krisstina. Tina, this is... guys.



we're together since 1st of December.

Mas Kahwin: RM1800
Legal Fees: RM230
Hantaran: Rear tyre RM65 + Brake Pads front and rear RM24 + sprocket/chain RM45 = RM135
mileage masa dapat: around 21000 km.

still due:
battery: around RM70 kot.
Front tyre: RM65
backpack: RM55
givi box? : from RM150

and you say maintaining</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4188246029740730245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4188246029740730245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4188246029740730245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-think-you-guys-havent-met.html' title='Tina, Love.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h4jjIJUZWB0/TvVOkuktRBI/AAAAAAAABSs/zTRST5A3tEM/s72-c/413772_10151089916820711_557045710_22448013_1327481383_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7045437176187612326</id><published>2011-12-15T09:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-15T09:22:26.312Z</updated><title type='text'>herh</title><summary type='text'>
http://www.freemalaysiatoday.com/2011/12/15/how-to-spot-a-hijabster/

because i'm afraid posting it on my wall will incur the wrath of thousands of people who are on my friends list. eventhough inciting anger would be the last thing in my mind when i want to share this. so let's get more privacy, and talk about it here.

there's so many disclaimers included in the article. so, be less objective </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7045437176187612326&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7045437176187612326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7045437176187612326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/herh.html' title='herh'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4645411432795625722</id><published>2011-12-12T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T14:09:38.532Z</updated><title type='text'>Haramain</title><summary type='text'>so i was at UIA attending a fundraising dinner, courtesy of my mom who paid for it, when we were greeted by several girls/ladies seeming all glamorous for a charity event. quite 'amused' by that, i later found that the attendees, of the fairer sex, were dressed even more fashionable than the usherers i saw earlier.

and this is for a fundraising dinner to build a new mosque for a nearby </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4645411432795625722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4645411432795625722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4645411432795625722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/haramain.html' title='Haramain'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-497662290047578961</id><published>2011-12-04T14:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-04T15:16:17.019Z</updated><title type='text'>PC FAIR!!!</title><summary type='text'>so the past 3 days were the PC Fair. and today i decided that i'll go and buy some stuff that i needed (and some wanted) to buy that's PC Fair-related. such as stuff for my ipad, and some other things.

so i went to Digital Mall. and boy, was it empty! relatively, at least. hence my decision was justified.

and i bought some stuff happily... flashing my card like there's no tomorrow. kemudian </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=497662290047578961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/497662290047578961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/497662290047578961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/pc-fair.html' title='PC FAIR!!!'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1628473249783660213</id><published>2011-12-01T01:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:55:59.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Liars</title><summary type='text'>Aahh..

I won't run far
I won't run far
I won't run far

I can always be found
I can always be found

Aahh..

If you need me
If you need me
If you need me

I can always be found
I can always be found

Aahh...

(repeat some)

The Other Side Of Mt. Heart Attack - Liars
(heard it first as OST in 50/50)</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1628473249783660213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1628473249783660213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1628473249783660213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/12/liars.html' title='Liars'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4843054194395087903</id><published>2011-11-28T14:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:04:44.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Hijrah itu pengorbanan.</title><summary type='text'>now this post can be very very cliched. dalam BM-nye, klise. so please bear with me.

it was the eve of Hijri New Year. after a very long day, in which i drove my parents to Batu Pahat and back home in the same day, i decided that i'll just stay at home for the evening, instead of looking for buddies to hang out for the night.

at Batu Pahat, where we attended a distant cousin's wedding, my dad's</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4843054194395087903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4843054194395087903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4843054194395087903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/hijrah-itu-pengorbanan.html' title='Hijrah itu pengorbanan.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dM7NFOYW8ro/TtOvxNpaJmI/AAAAAAAABSc/7O9_MRnfKL8/s72-c/299149_211812698890946_205165492889000_534103_888195172_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8987380368667244891</id><published>2011-11-23T16:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-23T17:07:11.564Z</updated><title type='text'>"formerly MLNG"</title><summary type='text'>THIS has got to be blogged.

so i was doing my slides for my Research presentation, when an email came in. here's the excerpt:



Good day Mushana Aisamuddin, 

I’m XYZ from GLCP. I’ve found your blog while searching for Mushana ABC Mustafa’s contact details for a speaking invitation to our Risk Management Away Day. From what I’ve read, he’s your elder brother. So, may I ask you a favor? Could </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8987380368667244891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8987380368667244891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8987380368667244891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/formerly-mlng.html' title='&quot;formerly MLNG&quot;'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1370450019333685400</id><published>2011-11-20T15:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:18:07.062Z</updated><title type='text'>4th in the World</title><summary type='text'>i guess it's now official. i'm now in LOVE with the Japanese Women Volleyball team.

i can remember each and every team member's name. and that's 10, 12 different people who are hardly household names, even among the Japanese.

i tried to prove that i'm wrong, that i'm only into women's volleyball, which is a very fascinating sport to watch. and i did specify only the women's part of the game, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1370450019333685400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1370450019333685400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1370450019333685400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/4th-in-world.html' title='4th in the World'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7026565016061557890</id><published>2011-11-17T15:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:33:19.914Z</updated><title type='text'>Morris Johnson</title><summary type='text'>






the current addiction. yes, addiction. too bad she's not high on the list of artistes that i would die to go for their live performance; she just finished her live concert in KL just couple of hours ago. would be very VERY tempted to go, had i known about it earlier instead of a day before the event.

i'm praying that Coldplay would come to Singapore, or better still, KL. that, i would do </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7026565016061557890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7026565016061557890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7026565016061557890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/morris-johnson.html' title='Morris Johnson'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-6415978091188048352</id><published>2011-11-15T01:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T03:49:01.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Mylo Xyloto</title><summary type='text'>

murah ke? naaaaakkkk!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=6415978091188048352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6415978091188048352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6415978091188048352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Mylo Xyloto'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqhFiD3vcTo/TsG6zo2P1II/AAAAAAAABSQ/QzAGjkD0Ej0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5364181096703251993</id><published>2011-11-11T10:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-11T10:59:48.812Z</updated><title type='text'>111111</title><summary type='text'>i don't understand one thing.

i don't get why suddenly now there's so many people posting photos that are not purely graphical on their facebook walls. ala, i'm sure you've seen them. stuff like quotes, quotes, and quotes. but it's posted as pictures, instead of being written.

what i do notice is it's become more 'serious' after facebook decided to enlarge photo thumbnails on newsfeed. now </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5364181096703251993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5364181096703251993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5364181096703251993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='111111'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4151773451128170574</id><published>2011-11-10T15:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:34:18.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Dream: Realized... partially.</title><summary type='text'>so finally training, at least those in classrooms, is over. i'm now on a different kind of training, that is a (relatively) shorter rotation. relative because the usual period for our rotation at any one department is around 2 weeks or more. i have just started my 'temporary placement', for the next 7 working days.

basically this is the prelude to the real life. whereas the previous 1+ month was</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4151773451128170574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4151773451128170574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4151773451128170574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream-realized-partially.html' title='Dream: Realized... partially.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4299460402521193730</id><published>2011-11-01T17:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:04:28.233Z</updated><title type='text'>back to square one</title><summary type='text'>while i'm no fan of generalization or stereotyping, but i think it's quite safe to say that women are one complicated species.

after 24 years, i still can't figure out how is best to deal with them.

not to say that i can't handle them or they're out of my control, no. just, i don't know the BEST way to go around them. to really know them. to understand them.

one specimen: i especially love how</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4299460402521193730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4299460402521193730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4299460402521193730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/back-to-square-one.html' title='back to square one'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8874055479829568865</id><published>2011-11-01T16:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T16:40:16.460Z</updated><title type='text'>November Rain</title><summary type='text'>so much for at least once a week update, eh? it's been more than a fortnight since the last post.

the reason behind that? not so much the work. but it is related to the fact that now i'm employed. the reason was mainly, and that's the only reason actually, because i volunteered myself to be playing Lawn Bowls for PNB team to play in the inter-subsidiary games. and with that, came the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8874055479829568865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8874055479829568865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8874055479829568865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-rain.html' title='November Rain'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-6242878593590318042</id><published>2011-10-16T17:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T17:12:06.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>still dreaming</title><summary type='text'>it was the second week. happening much? well, pretty.

as far as i can remember, the last week was more classes and classes, with the highlight being the one whole day session with seniors. that one had no classes at all, but more activities, which made it more memorable than the usual mundane classes. yeah the classes are so ordinary, i had to take around 2 minutes to try and recall what classes</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=6242878593590318042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6242878593590318042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6242878593590318042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-dreaming.html' title='still dreaming'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3595793820328198089</id><published>2011-10-09T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:15:38.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Dream</title><summary type='text'>katanye.

so it's been 9 days since my last post. what went missing were events that happened on the 1st of October, which i can't recall. maybe nothing of significance.

but on the second, i made history by running my first proper run (the 3.5km charity run with Vanida Imran and Diana Danielle a few weeks ago doesn't count) at adidas King of the Road, on the highway of NPE. i ran 10km in 1 hour,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3595793820328198089&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3595793820328198089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3595793820328198089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/10/living-dream.html' title='Living the Dream'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-218177564298979836</id><published>2011-09-30T17:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:01:13.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the anticipation</title><summary type='text'>i don't know what to feel about start working next monday.



so i told nabila about it, and she asked me if i'm excited. i couldn't give a definite answer, somehow.
"why not? you were the one who had been complaining about not being able to work all this while". true that. but, i don't know.



ever since i got that employment offer letter, unknowingly, i have been keeping myself busy with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=218177564298979836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/218177564298979836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/218177564298979836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/anticipation.html' title='the anticipation'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8999648950596771426</id><published>2011-09-29T18:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:27:22.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cita-cita: the sequel</title><summary type='text'>back from the point where i was contemplating which corporation that i would like to be of service to as my ambition. so i applied for all that's available and advertised out there, except for Bank Negara scholarship. i don't know. it just never came across my mind, to be like my brother who already works there.

but out of all that i applied for, only two got back to me: the government via JPA, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8999648950596771426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8999648950596771426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8999648950596771426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/cita-cita-sequel.html' title='Cita-cita: the sequel'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4334849186356332726</id><published>2011-09-28T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T19:34:55.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>last few days</title><summary type='text'>khamis: tengok Malaysian Open? petang will collect King of the Road racepack, malam dimsum.

jumaat: padini sale? more Malaysian Open kot.

sabtu: and even more Malaysian Open? supposed to go water tubing, but had to postpone.

ahad: King of the Road in the morning. after that, sleep and more sleep je la kot.

things still to do: alter pants, photocopy documents... prepare mentally?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4334849186356332726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4334849186356332726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4334849186356332726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-few-days.html' title='last few days'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8356488915799610813</id><published>2011-09-27T18:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:50:16.145+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the TG</title><summary type='text'>i'm not sure if i've ever really told you something substantial about my TG. you know, the Thai Girl? the Missing You girl a few months back. yes you've seen her. and yes i've told you how i finally knew her (facebook profile, not in person).

but have i really told you who she is? okay i've told you that she's part of KL Sukma's tennis team. but that's still not pinpointing. heh. although if </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8356488915799610813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8356488915799610813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8356488915799610813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/tg.html' title='the TG'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1770862486378036448</id><published>2011-09-27T18:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T18:42:06.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cita-cita</title><summary type='text'>do you still remember your very first cita-cita? the one that you wrote in your school report card (or something)?

well i don't. but i do remember that mine varied, every year. so for my 5 years in primary school (i'm special, unlike the common 6-year batch), i think i've listed 5 different ambitions in my report card. i'm not sure if i can list them all now; one day if i do some clean up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1770862486378036448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1770862486378036448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1770862486378036448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/cita-cita.html' title='Cita-cita'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3456493554657641296</id><published>2011-09-25T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T18:34:19.181+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fesbuk</title><summary type='text'>so the day google was about to launch their google+, facebook announced some significant revamps in features. as usual with changes implemented by them, some like it, while some don't.



but the loudest cry is for the live feed or live ticker or whatever they're calling it, that small box on the top right corner that constantly updates itself with almost every single thing that you're doing; </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3456493554657641296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3456493554657641296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3456493554657641296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/fesbuk.html' title='Fesbuk'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-378229933095038601</id><published>2011-09-22T19:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:22:25.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a trap!</title><summary type='text'>you see, i'm not so much of the spread-the-rumours type. so a few days after raya a non-raya-celebrating friend posted this info:


CAMERA BARU ini KINI DIPASANG DI:--
PLUS North Bound (ke Utara)
*Under a bridge at about 456km, Sg Buloh junction.
*Under a bridge at about 459km, Bukit Lanjan interchange.
*Under the overhead restaurant at Sg Buloh.
... *Under the last bridge before Sg Besi toll at </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=378229933095038601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/378229933095038601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/378229933095038601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-trap.html' title='it&apos;s a trap!'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5904656475279091288</id><published>2011-09-22T11:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T12:11:05.217+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AVC</title><summary type='text'>it's the asian women's volleyball championship. and as usual, with women's volleyball, my favourite team is Japan.

i'm now watching their semi final match against Thailand, led (in terms of beauty... and she's a very good setter too actually) by Tomkom Nootsara. as for my team, there's some familiar faces from the last time i saw them at Montreaux Volley Masters, such as no.12 Saori Kimura, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5904656475279091288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5904656475279091288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5904656475279091288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/avc.html' title='AVC'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8831572669842716182</id><published>2011-09-21T15:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T15:36:44.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>for 2012</title><summary type='text'>assuming we all are still alive because those premonitions that next year is going to be the end of day are all false, then there's one thing that i think i would like to do in 2012.

i'm not planning to continue with my gym membership, so that's RM140 a month to save. and with that amount of money, i'm planning to go on a cheap holiday around the country every 2 months. you know, a-la destinasi </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8831572669842716182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8831572669842716182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8831572669842716182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-2012.html' title='for 2012'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4726240971476550454</id><published>2011-09-21T05:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T05:30:52.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nice kicks</title><summary type='text'>so i was listening to Pumped Up Kicks on the radio this morning, and tried singing along to the song. the chorus is easy, but the rest is quite a blur to me.

so i was wondering, what is this song all about? what is pumped up kicks? i know kicks are a reference to sneakers, and pumped up would mean something... cool? but what's the whole song about?

so i googled. and wiki-ed. the results are </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4726240971476550454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4726240971476550454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4726240971476550454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/nice-kicks.html' title='nice kicks'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7306306004797905838</id><published>2011-09-20T19:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T19:12:30.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Troubled</title><summary type='text'>before i go with a little comment (or review, if you insist) of the film i just watched, here's a little something else.


Top 19 Finalists Miss Malaysia Universe.



comments? as for me, i'm 167cm, and my vote goes to the one who's of the same height with me, when she's not wearing heels. and you must already know why, apart from our height, do i like her :)



contestant no.11 (kimberley?) </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7306306004797905838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7306306004797905838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7306306004797905838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/double-troubled.html' title='Double Troubled'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-443727715419944350</id><published>2011-09-19T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T18:13:19.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happi Furaito</title><summary type='text'>and that translates to Happy Flight, the movie that i mentioned in the previous post. i just finished watching it.

i'm not sure if this post is going to be a movie review i used to like to write... haven't been watching any quality movies lately, so there isn't much to write about. maybe Fright Night was okay, but not worth the braintime to analyze. i'll wait until Oscars season to be fully </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=443727715419944350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/443727715419944350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/443727715419944350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/happi-furaito.html' title='Happi Furaito'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XOldsyURYRI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-9191877389969451699</id><published>2011-09-19T07:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:06:42.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>skru mata philips</title><summary type='text'>i'm screwed up. i'm only starting puasa enam today, and there's only 9 days left.

and adidas King of the Road is less than 2 weeks, and i only did 3 runs last week, tho i successfully managed to hit the target of 10km in less than 60 minutes by the 3rd run. now just need to transfer that from the treadmill to the proper route.

and JFF is in the final 2 days. had to carefully which movies to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=9191877389969451699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/9191877389969451699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/9191877389969451699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/skru-mata-philips.html' title='skru mata philips'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vxMd5PJEu5I/TnbnFRAOKAI/AAAAAAAABQk/URhfNtTPJMY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4073372915886666250</id><published>2011-09-19T05:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T19:05:26.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foster the People</title><summary type='text'>i think by now everyone knows already their single "pumped up kicks".

but try "Helena Beat". it's my personal favourite.


</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4073372915886666250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4073372915886666250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4073372915886666250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/foster-people.html' title='Foster the People'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ABzh6hTYpb8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4976047000074448819</id><published>2011-09-16T20:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T20:03:45.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The ThingThing</title><summary type='text'>remember the thai girl? aww, so schweet la. al-kisah she has a sister (which doesn't look as thai-ish as her). and during one of my random stalkings of her profile (which has increased recently because i no longer have other random profiles to stalk... seriously. now i really don't know who i want to stalk, except for this girl, it's kinda boring), i noticed that, due to recent change in fb </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4976047000074448819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4976047000074448819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4976047000074448819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/thingthing.html' title='The ThingThing'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4152735717103904673</id><published>2011-09-16T19:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T19:39:54.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kitchenaid</title><summary type='text'>it's supposed to be a merry night. a night to cherish. i was looking forward to it. but it ended up in quite a big disappointment.

well at least the event is merry, and everyone really cherished the night. especially the kedua mempelai. congratulations to dodoe and partner!

it's just that, somehow i didn't really enjoy it? i can't exactly spell it out which parts are the one that's really </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4152735717103904673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4152735717103904673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4152735717103904673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/kitchenaid.html' title='kitchenaid'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4493023485382623485</id><published>2011-09-13T17:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:47:41.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>miss ramadhan</title><summary type='text'>it's almost 2 weeks since we celebrated Eid. but i really miss Ramadhan.

throughout that whole month, i felt rejuvenated, and really motivated. i did lots of stuff that i never thought i could do before. i sensed that i'm capable of better things. that i'm a better man.

but now, i feel very empty. hollow. like, what is the point?

i know Ramadhan is supposed to be the month of 'training', so to</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4493023485382623485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4493023485382623485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4493023485382623485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-ramadhan.html' title='miss ramadhan'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4850758771595834066</id><published>2011-09-13T17:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T17:37:56.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what are friends for?</title><summary type='text'>i'm very grateful that i have friends who, when they're mad or angry at me, they will let me know of it.


i take great pleasure in that... not so much the fact that i made them angry, but the fact that they think it's important that they're being honest with me, even if they're angry with me... get what i mean?



because some people just think that they would just be mad at them in silent, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4850758771595834066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4850758771595834066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4850758771595834066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-are-friends-for.html' title='what are friends for?'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-346766422606859403</id><published>2011-09-05T18:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:04:03.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get serious</title><summary type='text'>regarding the last post. so there was this one random day during ramadan, and i was not at the gym somehow on that day, and was just slacking in my bed. when a friend buzzed me on facebook chat, and popped up the million dollar question.


"dah ada calon belum?"



yes. just like that. caught me by surprise, of course. i responded with some answers, though i can't remember why and how i came up </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=346766422606859403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/346766422606859403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/346766422606859403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/lets-get-serious.html' title='Let&apos;s get serious'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Gombak, Selangor, Malaysia</georss:featurename><georss:point>3.2901353 101.6385328</georss:point><georss:box>3.0364968 101.3226758 3.5437738000000003 101.95438979999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-8935840878641731222</id><published>2011-09-05T07:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:21:34.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is IT</title><summary type='text'>i now declare that i'm wanted.no kidding.and because of that, i shall also declare myself that i'll now seriously be on the lookout.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8935840878641731222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8935840878641731222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8935840878641731222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-it.html' title='This Is IT'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1512328995215286192</id><published>2011-09-02T18:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:34:01.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>post-raya</title><summary type='text'>despite the previous post, i have to confess that, in truth, i thought i was a loser, because my raya never turned out to be what i thought it would be.i mean, the first night of raya, the single siblings went out for a movie. when usually we would be visiting relatives or friends. luckily we and one of the married brothers had planned for some trip down south for the second day of raya, so that</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1512328995215286192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1512328995215286192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1512328995215286192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/09/post-raya.html' title='post-raya'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3527001580527355189</id><published>2011-08-30T07:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T07:13:47.328+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Eid!</title><summary type='text'>i hope you're not loser enough to be reading this on the first day of raya. but just in case.Eid Mubarak everyone!at current rate, and it's still only the first day, it looks like i'll have to start training for King of the Road as soon as i got back from Johor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3527001580527355189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3527001580527355189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3527001580527355189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-eid.html' title='Happy Eid!'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4925297795334678869</id><published>2011-08-26T05:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T05:29:57.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only One</title><summary type='text'>despite my last status, of wishing to stay in a big bungalow, need me to clarify something.it's never easy to maintain a million dollar mansion... all by yourself.that's the keyword, the last few words. otherwise, it wouldn't be that difficult, to have an extra or two pair of hands.you need to take care of: the plantsthe carsthe catsthe fish pondthe kid(s)the laundrythe kitchenthe interiori </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4925297795334678869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4925297795334678869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4925297795334678869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/only-one.html' title='The Only One'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5555800244163508255</id><published>2011-08-25T19:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:19:32.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sg pusu</title><summary type='text'>i've found a piece of land in sungai pusu where i csn bulid my single storey bungalow, complete with a multi purpose sports hall. and guess who's gonna be my neighbour?ashraf muslim yo!#wishfulthinking</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5555800244163508255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5555800244163508255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5555800244163508255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/sg-pusu.html' title='sg pusu'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-9065363098077774036</id><published>2011-08-22T16:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T17:26:02.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>San Antonio</title><summary type='text'>qiam guide for dummies.here's some of the solat that you can do if you're qiam-ming:tahajjud, taubat, hajat, istikharah, tasbih, witir.(sources: tanbihul ghafilin online. huhu. and here.)and you can also do stuff other than solat, such as:wirid -tasbih, tahmid, tahlil, takbir-, nasyid iktiraf/zikir taubat, recite the qur'an, or simply "talk" to God.semoga bermanfaat.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=9065363098077774036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/9065363098077774036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/9065363098077774036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/san-antonio.html' title='San Antonio'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2681828965022855931</id><published>2011-08-19T18:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T18:38:08.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>shock</title><summary type='text'>if you really really want to surprise me, you can tell me that you know a girl who wants to befriend me.that's more than enough, just to be a friend. no need to want to be a girlfriend, or even a date. whatmore a future wife. i'll already be shocked at such request.can you imagine how i felt if someone told me that he/she has a 'calon' for me?but that's a big IF right there. very big.on </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2681828965022855931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2681828965022855931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2681828965022855931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/shock.html' title='shock'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-6864923660722029810</id><published>2011-08-19T08:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T08:44:23.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gadis.</title><summary type='text'>korang ingat tak gadis berbaju lengan floral pattern? abit mouthful, but worth all the effort, i can assure you.i haven't had any news on her since... 2 years or more. hadn't remember her all this while in fact. tiba2 je ni. so i fb'd her. and she's now at Leeds.but that's irrelevant. what's more 'important' is we actually shared the same birth date. except i'm 3 years older.heh.* * *anyway,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=6864923660722029810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6864923660722029810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6864923660722029810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/gadis.html' title='gadis.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5635475079441258923</id><published>2011-08-17T15:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:43:43.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>rabuan pit</title><summary type='text'>here's what happened today.today was a public holiday in Selangor. and from my many friends that i have, turns out there's only faris and dirah, both working in Subang, who got a day off. while the rest... either they're right in the middle of KUALA LUMPUR city centre area (PNB, KLCC... apa lagi?) or, well, in the capital basically, like in Bank Negara.among the two, one asked me out. to masjid</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5635475079441258923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5635475079441258923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5635475079441258923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/rabuan-pit.html' title='rabuan pit'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5443773818255852681</id><published>2011-08-16T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T17:51:58.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nuzul qur'an</title><summary type='text'>so i was complaining over the weekend about how i was busy with so many commitments that i had to sacrifice my daily ramadan routine. in particular about how the weekends robbed me off my daily quran recitation, disrupting my plan to khatam twice in the month, which according to schedule, would mean that by Monday i would've khatam-ed once, before re-starting today, the 16th.little that i know </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5443773818255852681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5443773818255852681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5443773818255852681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/nuzul-quran.html' title='nuzul qur&apos;an'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3454024292650452126</id><published>2011-08-16T06:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:12:35.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DT</title><summary type='text'>last night, she was my date. my tennis date.and macam dah kenal bertahun2.demmit. i wonder which memory did my mind access when it came up with that dream. manipulative sungguh. when the truth is, she's not even a friend on facebook.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3454024292650452126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3454024292650452126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3454024292650452126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/dt.html' title='DT'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2615499859718916271</id><published>2011-08-15T05:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:59:31.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kuyem</title><summary type='text'>some say koyuem (pronounced koyum, as in qayyum). chic sket, it'll be QM, as in kyu-em. the title also is mentioned sometimes by people from other prep colleges like intec or kmb, because it's easier to say than the mouthful k-y-u-e-m. even our seniors from the days of kmys prefer to call it k-m-y-s because 1) they're used to it, and 2) it's easier to pronounce it that way.i love my college. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2615499859718916271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2615499859718916271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2615499859718916271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/kuyem.html' title='kuyem'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5912079637847324835</id><published>2011-08-15T05:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T05:48:13.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lacking</title><summary type='text'>updates.truth is, pretty much nothing happened between the last update and this one. most of the time i stayed home, when it's not raining i'll play tennis late afternoon, when it is i go to the gym.i woke up usually late in the morning, almost in the afternoon, everyday. then i'll go online reading stuff until zuhur. then i'll read the quran and do other pointless stuff.for iftaar, i'll eat </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5912079637847324835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5912079637847324835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5912079637847324835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/lacking.html' title='lacking'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5964127129129660885</id><published>2011-08-08T18:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:11:22.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Night... lost count kejap.</title><summary type='text'>the previous night's was something about a verse in al-Ahzaab, something about to say only the good words... i can't recall which verse exactly. i'll come back when i found which one it is. quite a simple point. it's 2 days already, yet i still remember the gist.last night (just now) meanwhile was just an announcement, and a little bit mention on qira'at, or the methods of recitation. this one </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>tazkirah malam tadi:sayangi perut anda setiap hari.Vitagen.because it has acidophilus. helps with 'wind'.tazkirah malam tadi dibawakan khas dari Limerick, Ireland.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=6840831537413985014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6840831537413985014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6840831537413985014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/night-6.html' title='Night 6'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3353808270248556097</id><published>2011-08-04T19:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T19:26:27.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>okay</title><summary type='text'>this is not from a tazkirah. but i just found this after i wrote the previous post.http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/06/sports/football/06fasting.htmlreached that from an article about Hakeem Olajuwon, and found this related.okay so he's an NFL player weighing 90kg (200 pounds), full of pure muscles undoubtedly. but just to quote his nutritionist's 3800-calorie diet:Every day, Abdullah wakes briefly</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3353808270248556097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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(the umum -general-, khusus -special-, and khususul khusus -special-est?- thingy) in yesterday's post, about how my day unravelled. today, he was giving some tips on how best to perform terawih.among </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=8844096767938127323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8844096767938127323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/8844096767938127323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/malam-ke-5.html' title='Malam ke-5'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7471337549157605565</id><published>2011-08-03T18:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:30:26.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>those legs.</title><summary type='text'>look out for Jessica Michibata in any (and only) F1-related albums. preferably after 8pm.haih, puasa hari ini seakan-akan seperti puasa tahap low-class (bak kata p.ramlee time dia cakap "perempuan kabaret semuanya LO!-klass"). puasa umum, instead of puasa khusus, or puasa khususul khusus. it all went right, until when i went to the gym at 5.45pm.even the gym session was alright in the beginning, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7471337549157605565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7471337549157605565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7471337549157605565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/those-legs.html' title='those legs.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7552827191250739375</id><published>2011-08-01T04:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:30:30.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadhan Kareem</title><summary type='text'>my first thought on the first of Ramadhan: to forgive.i woke up for sahur from a dream where i was begging for forgiveness from a friend whom i think i have not forgiven her for what she did as i'm still cutting her off my life. weird.then after the morning nap (God bless unemployment period), i woke up from another dream, but of similar theme. in that dream, i found myself asking another person </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7552827191250739375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7552827191250739375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7552827191250739375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/08/ramadhan-kareem.html' title='Ramadhan Kareem'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4423375631134652890</id><published>2011-07-24T10:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T18:14:31.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hectic Saturday</title><summary type='text'>yesterday can be summarized as this:1. woke up late in the morning2. had buffet dimsum for lunch with Faris, Dirah and Pai3. followed by Dreamgirls The Musical, with Nabila substituting Pai4. and later went to KDU hunting young, innocent little girls at their Malam Kebudayaan Melayu.so, where should i start...a little bit on the dimsum. because there isn't much about it really. we had the buffet </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4423375631134652890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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just ignoring their contacts.well, that's on the surface at least.deeper inside, there's crisis all over. on a fine day, i would suddenly be thinking of them. the worst is, they will keep appearing in my dreams, all over.i</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3961934188799054794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3961934188799054794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3961934188799054794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/cut-off.html' title='cut-off'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1703274040907275104</id><published>2011-07-20T17:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T18:09:30.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's 2 days away...</title><summary type='text'>... to Azyan's birthday. but she already had 2 celebrations, prior to tonight.ours is the third. a special "terjah", or kidnapping. like the one we did on dann on his homecoming. it lacked the on-the-moment surprise that we were expecting. but considering the circumstances, whereby Azy herself was tired and we weren't exactly sure about the execution of the plan, i guess we did alright.a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1703274040907275104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1703274040907275104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1703274040907275104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-2-days-away.html' title='it&apos;s 2 days away...'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2237289109311834455</id><published>2011-07-17T17:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T18:23:09.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion.</title><summary type='text'>so i was watching Nick Baker: Weird Creatures, the episode where he was hunting basking shark. it was a long episode... not it's just its usual one hour long. but the quest for the shark took the whole episode, up until the very last few minutes, until they finally captured some memorable moments with the creature they're looking for.and his expression when they finally got the sharks... </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2237289109311834455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2237289109311834455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2237289109311834455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/passion.html' title='Passion.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7863407599306750438</id><published>2011-07-12T19:57:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T05:52:32.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vainpot</title><summary type='text'>despite the title, i'm not attempting to be vain. rather, i would like to ask your opinions.this is going to be a pictorial post, which i'm sure some of you would like, going away from the usual wordswordswords format.this is me in standard 6. tipu if you can't spot me. okay technically i was still in standard 5, but take or less... this was end of the year i believe, post-UPSR. the year was 1998</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7863407599306750438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7863407599306750438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7863407599306750438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/vainpot.html' title='vainpot'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nh48iAO3ZxY/Th-wPxCnWwI/AAAAAAAABOE/1iKzey1BdU0/s72-c/26598_1390323961482_1333598503_31079242_5696244_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1199237819618872410</id><published>2011-07-08T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:34:08.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Masa Depan</title><summary type='text'>we all have our own version of what we want our future to be.some would like for this and that to happen.ok i don't know how to continue from that.but today i suddenly thought of a new way to lead my life for the near future. quite revolutionary, in my case. it's a little bit on how i thought i could lead my life for the next few years.so you may have remembered that, for my first home, i would </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1199237819618872410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1199237819618872410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1199237819618872410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/masa-depan.html' title='Masa Depan'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2545504586816871363</id><published>2011-07-06T19:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:17:39.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>seronok</title><summary type='text'>woke up late after many nights having to stay up late to help a friend with some work. then dad asked to drive to Sungai Buloh to get some seeds for some vegetable plants, to plant in our backyard.then after that, i went out with christine, initially to accompany her to look for some crumpler. but our plans were quite extensive (planned to watch movie later at night), we decided that none of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2545504586816871363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2545504586816871363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2545504586816871363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/seronok.html' title='seronok'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9cWFLkzaUCE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5331785826064708271</id><published>2011-07-05T07:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:40:08.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-year report card</title><summary type='text'>a few days have passed since the midpoint of the year. it's time to revisit the past half-a-year to see what have i accomplished and what i have not.we'll start with the 2011 resolutions.at the beginning of the year, i listed down 4 things that i want to accomplish in this year. they are:1. get past the transition.2. get healthy3. get a new hobby or try something new4. get closer to God.so let's </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5331785826064708271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5331785826064708271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5331785826064708271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/07/mid-year-report-card.html' title='Mid-year report card'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2775417445853426042</id><published>2011-06-28T16:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:06:33.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton awareness week.</title><summary type='text'>this week i'm gonna be a socialite.Monday - dinner with Ajak and bakal-pengantin Juden and their housemate at Nasi Lemak Kg. Baru (CT Garden? ke ape tah nama). puas hati.Tuesday - dinner with more fellow PNB (soon-to-be) colleagues, Dann and Nina, at Murni D. a bit too kenyang, even if we were to be disappointed at not being able to order spaghetti cordon bleu bang bang. but great company. and </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2775417445853426042&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2775417445853426042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2775417445853426042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/paris-hilton-awareness-week.html' title='Paris Hilton awareness week.'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5844405612056716557</id><published>2011-06-24T05:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T05:22:01.574+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory: Modenas Elit 150</title><summary type='text'>28 May 2009 - 23 June 2011for the countless miles you've saved me from walking.for the countless hours you saved me... also from walking.for the countless ringgits you saved me by not having to fill up the car's petrol tank.for the countless ringgits you saved me by not having to pay for parking in KLor summons for illegal parkingfor the countless time (all the time actually) you saved me from </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5844405612056716557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5844405612056716557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5844405612056716557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-memory-modenas-elit-150.html' title='In Memory: Modenas Elit 150'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y7n7eaQloGs/Sh4ilRHhSVI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2dtRWv01DPw/s72-c/9065342006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4240601386977744376</id><published>2011-06-23T08:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:10:50.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alia's #dreamhusband</title><summary type='text'>i don't know how to put it in your comment section, without making it look or sound awkward. hence the respond here, because i think there will be less chance for it to be misinterpreted if it's on my own blog.but if it's me, i will want to own the kitchen jugak. all to myself!so that makes us incompatible? haha. justsayin.good luck in finding one that has that criteria. macam tak susah. but ALL </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4240601386977744376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4240601386977744376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4240601386977744376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/alias-dreamhusband.html' title='alia&apos;s #dreamhusband'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-890861289680596684</id><published>2011-06-22T17:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:00:19.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sampai ku menutup mata...</title><summary type='text'>this episode is the end of a long story about my most loyal servant of all. yeah i may have used others more than this fella, like, my parents' Vios or my brother's astro subscription, but by being my only proper (and depreciating) asset, mymoto has to be the only servant that i have, what more being the most loyal.and that's gonna end tomorrow.if you need a reminder of how it all started, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=890861289680596684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/890861289680596684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/890861289680596684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/sampai-ku-menutup-mata.html' title='sampai ku menutup mata...'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-4613581695707347222</id><published>2011-06-20T16:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:33:13.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bantulah daku...</title><summary type='text'>Lutfi posted this on his wall:Moneyball meets football.if you've been following this blog for years, you'll remember that i had mentioned that i would love to, one day, be a sports statistician. that article captures the whole essence of my so-called dream job. to quote from the article:At Chelsea, for instance, one of Forde’s statisticians has a past in insurance modelling. Football – a game of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=4613581695707347222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4613581695707347222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/4613581695707347222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/bantulah-daku.html' title='Bantulah daku...'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-729444340987875265</id><published>2011-06-17T09:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T09:55:55.022+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sukma</title><summary type='text'>ku rasakan, hati ini sudah berpunya...kau lah sukmawati di hati ku...kau lah satu-satunya...... dikalangan pasukan tenis sukma KL.okay mari ke Kelantan untuk distract diri ini. it's ucop's wedding!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=729444340987875265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/729444340987875265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/729444340987875265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/sukma.html' title='sukma'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1926936034789398316</id><published>2011-06-16T05:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:34:17.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>marah</title><summary type='text'>when you're angry, don't do anything that you're thinking of doing. just wait an hour or two. or go to sleep. anyway, so i was queuing at the autopay machine at Wangsa Walk after my usual gym session last night, when there was a pair of women continuing the queue behind me. one is a Malay, and the other looks like a Chinese. looks like (fair, small eyes), dresses like (tank top, shorts). nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1926936034789398316&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1926936034789398316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1926936034789398316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/marah.html' title='marah'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5226359089858274230</id><published>2011-06-15T15:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T05:30:03.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie review: Super 8</title><summary type='text'>it's the best movie i've seen for the year... chop when was The King's Speech released in Malaysia? was it last year or this year?anyway.so this one was a little bit... planned. not the usual impromptu decision to watch a movie or two. i had it in mind since last week. or 2 weeks before even. i had 3 movies in mind to watch: Super 8, X-Men: First Class, and Pirates of the Caribbean Xth (i can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5226359089858274230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5226359089858274230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5226359089858274230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/movie-review-super-8.html' title='Movie review: Super 8'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tCRQQCKS7go/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5164653273478341362</id><published>2011-06-12T17:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T17:48:56.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Montreux</title><summary type='text'>some 2 years ago, during Daily Diet Dairy, i documented something on a women volleyball competition. last 2 nights, i was randomly switching channels, and i bumped into this competition.and, like last time, i fell in love with that one team: Team Japan.on Saturday, during the semis, Ebata hogged all the limelight. but during the final, it's Saori Sakoda's turn. the no.14 stole my attention, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5164653273478341362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5164653273478341362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5164653273478341362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/montreux.html' title='Montreux'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-404213116181980133</id><published>2011-06-08T07:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:00:20.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><summary type='text'>chop. according to our constitution, how old is a minor, and what is the legal age? is 17 considered legal? uhukz.btw, just thinking. i've not added a new facebook friend since forever, and no one has added me. i wonder why.will write more in a bit.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=404213116181980133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/404213116181980133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/404213116181980133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/17.html' title='17'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-6492249487628013521</id><published>2011-06-07T17:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:36:56.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><summary type='text'>they say, perseverance favours the... what?fortune favours the persevere?whatever. i persevered, and i have got my results.it all started from a random decision to watch the (re-run of) tennis coverage of SUKMA on astro arena ch801. fateful, they would say (or wouldn't they?). the boys were warming up, when the camera showed the small crowd in the stands. and i swear i saw a familiar face, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=6492249487628013521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6492249487628013521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/6492249487628013521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-684221698605343754</id><published>2011-06-06T16:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:14:47.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bitch</title><summary type='text'>ok not to be a bitch. but to the driver of MBS7348, takde maknanye ko duk cucuk2 kereta aku, when it's over a stretch of 3 red lights. more so when, over a fast corner and a long stretch, you were left eating my dust.not to be a bitch. but takde maknanye nak buat perangai camtu, when you're only driving a Viva. i have nothing against your car, i bet i'll still write this if you're driving a 5-er.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=684221698605343754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/684221698605343754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/684221698605343754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/bitch.html' title='bitch'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7068502505316931262</id><published>2011-06-05T18:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:01:55.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>post-RG</title><summary type='text'>the 2011 edition of French Open has just concluded. a throwback to yesteryears, for the umpteenth time, Federer was beaten by none other than Nadal in the final. the latter is now joint-record holder of the most number of titles of the Parisian clay with Bjorn Borg. gile.i mean, seriously. compared to previous years, the just-finished match was littered with chances for Federer to win. he played </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7068502505316931262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7068502505316931262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7068502505316931262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-rg.html' title='post-RG'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1825636737320162732</id><published>2011-06-04T19:06:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T19:23:05.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell-it-right</title><summary type='text'>have you watched the past NST-S.I.R (Spell-It-Right) contest on tv3? the one with Adibah Noor hosting. not a bad programme, i have to say. a new initiative, with its objective is to enhance the grasp of english among school students.now, have you seen the annual National Spelling Bee competition? the one in U.S, tho it's claimed to be an 'international' event... rightly so, with a few genuine </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1825636737320162732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1825636737320162732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1825636737320162732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/spell-it-right.html' title='Spell-it-right'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hg2cIQN4Rm4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3518998607126275632</id><published>2011-06-02T12:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:11:54.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nafsu</title><summary type='text'>ipad 2 nakiphone pun nakworking shirts nakcheap (ke? rm179) man utd jerseys pun nakdiscounted Federer's nike shirt pun nakkepok ikang pun nakworking shoes nakrunning shoes pun nakLeSportsac bag nakHead tennis racquet nakworking trousers/pants nak (kena cari... 2 pasang ghaib dalam rumah)new pair of glasses nakflight tickets to Kota Baru pun nakand i still have the wishlist, altho some have been </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3518998607126275632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3518998607126275632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3518998607126275632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/nafsu.html' title='nafsu'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5802464302468111742</id><published>2011-06-01T07:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T07:58:22.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>still on iPad 2</title><summary type='text'>i have an idea.i should buy an iPad WiFi minus 3G. so the RM400 difference should go towards buying the Yes 4G Apple bundle, worth RM450.then i'll cut down the internet at home. and even possibly my mobile line, since Yes does come with a number as well.what do you think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5802464302468111742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5802464302468111742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5802464302468111742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-on-ipad-2.html' title='still on iPad 2'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-2252681234590367627</id><published>2011-05-30T17:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:17:31.161+01:00</updated><title type='text'>out of things to do</title><summary type='text'>i don't know if you guys are really waiting for the "cougars" post or not. but i'm just not in the mood to talk about it for the time being. heck i don't even know what mood i am in right now. i think i just want to stay online. but no one wants to chat with me.and i've read everything on my Favourites, from Soccernet to Autosport to blogs that are updated. but i still want to stay on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=2252681234590367627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2252681234590367627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/2252681234590367627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/out-of-things-to-do.html' title='out of things to do'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5697552671682900851</id><published>2011-05-29T17:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T18:42:18.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello June!</title><summary type='text'>i think i have two or three posts still in drafts in the pipeline. but i can't help to post this one as it's the clearest in my mind right now.from one point of view, the month of May is quite a 'disaster'. and i mean in relation to the healthy lifestyle that i vow to, well, live. it's documented how the regime got so truncated in the first week. and then when my parents were on vacation, it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5697552671682900851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5697552671682900851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5697552671682900851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/hello-june.html' title='Hello June!'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7269478959484518787</id><published>2011-05-29T05:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T05:26:33.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my attempt at football punditry</title><summary type='text'>we were having a sleepover at faris' place, to watch the final of the champions league between my favourite team Manchester United and Barcelona. but i decided to sleep at home instead, and then join them minutes before the kick-off.but i couldn't sleep until 1am, an hour after i went to bed. realizing that it could be suicidal to still try to sleep, for fear of not waking up at all, i decided </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7269478959484518787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7269478959484518787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7269478959484518787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-attempt-at-football-punditry.html' title='my attempt at football punditry'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-1202103994048698990</id><published>2011-05-26T11:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:26:20.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Start/Finish line</title><summary type='text'>i told myself that i'm only going to check my exam results only after my parents came back from their vacation. eventhough i don't know when the results will come out. but in case it came out when my parents were still away, i would not want to check them, just in case the worse would happen. because it would be the worse thing ever that could happen to me in life, and i'm not sure if i can </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=1202103994048698990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1202103994048698990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/1202103994048698990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/startfinish-line.html' title='Start/Finish line'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3091593369071051728</id><published>2011-05-26T05:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T05:42:22.799+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Belanjawan 18-25 May</title><summary type='text'>just to conclude the expenditure check, now that my parents are back home from their vacation. so we stopped on Sunday. let's recap what happened Monday onwards.on Monday i went out to Ampang to try locate a tennis shop that eppy suggested to check out. stupid shop (or just me), they wrote 'Ampang Point' in their address, but truth is they're not inside Ampang Point, rather on one of the rows of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3091593369071051728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3091593369071051728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3091593369071051728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/belanjawan-18-25-may.html' title='Belanjawan 18-25 May'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3395677350815350912</id><published>2011-05-25T19:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:25:15.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>messed up with stuff i've said in real life and stuff i wrote in the blog.House S7 Episode Cuddy's mom in hospital was awesome with their attention to details.cougars.and other stuff.i'll be right back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3395677350815350912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3395677350815350912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3395677350815350912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/messed-up-with-stuff-ive-said-in-real.html' title=''/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3371013580196127157</id><published>2011-05-24T04:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T04:11:38.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Soul Sister</title><summary type='text'>on the back of recent 'hot' posts, this is probably going to garner even more interests in my current state of mind/heart. but last night, i dreamed of Miss FL, a sweetheart from the days of Warwick.i wonder how is she doing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3371013580196127157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3371013580196127157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3371013580196127157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/hey-soul-sister.html' title='Hey Soul Sister'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-7182273920340840791</id><published>2011-05-23T04:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T05:35:38.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajet 18-25 May 2011</title><summary type='text'>this is just a post to track my expenditure. i know i could've just written it on a notepad or something. but hey, in many ways this blog is like a notepad. so why not here?my parents left for Uzbekistan last Tuesday, on Wesak Day, May 17th. prior to that, i was left with RM350 pocket money. on that day, i stayed at my brother's place in Shah Alam from noon till night. sandwiching a session with </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=7182273920340840791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7182273920340840791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/7182273920340840791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/bajet-18-25-may-2011.html' title='Bajet 18-25 May 2011'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-5571239326540877807</id><published>2011-05-21T17:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T18:25:10.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>movie review: Fast Five</title><summary type='text'>i'm doing this basically because i have nothing else to do, and i feel so annoyed by the many comments praising how good this movie is. yes, just because of that. because i have watched another 2 movies prior to watching this one, one of them is way better than this movie that i'm going to do a review on, but i still don't feel like reviewing those two movies of Thor and Rio.but enough with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=5571239326540877807&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5571239326540877807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/5571239326540877807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/movie-review-fast-five.html' title='movie review: Fast Five'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bf4oDjHUmkY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097191.post-3824193712070690533</id><published>2011-05-19T03:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T06:40:45.465+01:00</updated><title type='text'>haiz</title><summary type='text'>that's the best part about hanging out with your best buddies. most of the time you can straight away talk about the things that you want to talk about, without needing to beat around the bush.so i went out with noden last night. and the million dollar question that he asked me last night was "how's your love life?"okay i don't know if that qualifies it as a million dollar question, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097191&amp;postID=3824193712070690533&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3824193712070690533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097191/posts/default/3824193712070690533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://terurogalitela.blogspot.com/2011/05/haiz.html' title='haiz'/><author><name>mushana udon mustafa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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