<?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-2020738457881753997</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:49.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nurfi's new world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-8944849727241645581</id><published>2008-10-18T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:53:52.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REWRITING...A LESSON THAT I GET FROM TOYS..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I was 10 years old, I learned how to be an excellent student from my favourite game. I like to play lego because it makes me feel happy and there from my ambition to be an architect when I grew up. From my game I can practice doing things such as I know how to solve a problem. At first, I feel angry because what I built from my lego can not make a shape like car, building, dinosaur and so on. I always give up of what I built with my game. Then my brother comes teaches me how to make shape, and he always gives me some advice that as a student we can not easily give up of what we have done. We must strive and struggle if we want to be an excellent student. From that time, I intent to be a successful student like my brother and do not easily give up. After that, I successfully built many shape from my lego. From this experience, I learned the importance skill how to create something ang be a creative person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-8944849727241645581?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/8944849727241645581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=8944849727241645581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/8944849727241645581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/8944849727241645581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/rewritinga-lesson-that-i-get-from-toys.html' title='REWRITING...A LESSON THAT I GET FROM TOYS..'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-1510344209871959039</id><published>2008-10-14T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:14:40.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My E-BOOKSTORE</title><content type='html'>iswa mz bookstore &lt;a href="http://store5.esellerate.net/store/catalog.aspx?s=STR7552567045&amp;amp;pc=AFL5154383528" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://store5.esellerate.net/store/catalog.aspx?s=STR7552567045&amp;amp;pc=AFL5154383528&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;come on!!! let's buy this book and read..good for you and good for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-1510344209871959039?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1510344209871959039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=1510344209871959039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/1510344209871959039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/1510344209871959039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-e-bookstore.html' title='My E-BOOKSTORE'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-1950162319416172496</id><published>2008-10-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:08:40.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase 'USED TO'..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Quest Intro-page 132)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NURUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: When she was a child, she used to play with bicycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: Police and thief used to be her favourite activity when she was a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SAADAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: When she was a child, she used to play with teddy bear and army.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: Chick and hauntes used to be her favourite activity when she was a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NORAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: When she was a child, she used to play with catapult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: Hide and seek used to be her favourite activity when she was a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MUAZZAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: When she was a child, she used to play with baby doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: Ridene a bicycle used to be her favourite activity when she was a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SYAIMA’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: When she was a child, she used to play with tree house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;: Cooking used to be her favourite activity when she was a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-1950162319416172496?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/1950162319416172496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=1950162319416172496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/1950162319416172496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/1950162319416172496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/phrase-used-to.html' title='Phrase &apos;USED TO&apos;..'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-3609301938389323131</id><published>2008-10-13T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:04:33.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History of COLGATE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQoU45AbAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qyHi-cMrqtY/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256871004382194690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQoU45AbAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qyHi-cMrqtY/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;For more than 200 years, Colgate has focused on driving growth by continuously improving products and process. It started from 1806 until now. Colgate people and Colgate values have always been at the heart of our success. As we take a moment to look back, we thank all Colgate people, our consumers and business partners for their contributions in helping us to create healthy, beautiful smiles for more than 200 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-3609301938389323131?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3609301938389323131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=3609301938389323131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/3609301938389323131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/3609301938389323131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/history-of-colgate.html' title='History of COLGATE...'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQoU45AbAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qyHi-cMrqtY/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-869830633141433987</id><published>2008-10-13T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:58:42.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite toy when I was a child..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;(Quest Intro-page 129)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256869278758306674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQmwccNg3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/K55aHs6dCFA/s400/454659740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256869281578180866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQmwm8hYQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/zCM5qlZ_yOk/s400/1783764940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Everyone has their own favourite toy when they were a child. So do I. I have a lot of Barbie doll. Yes, that's my favourite toy. Barbie doll, so beautiful and charming. I'm still remembering some of my Barbie doll's name. They were Marry, Katty, and Fun and so on. Marry was my favourite doll compare to the other doll. When I do any job such as bath, sleep, eat, watching television and so on, I would bring Marry together. For your information, there are a lot of Barbie's clothes at my house that time. All of that for Marry. I change its clothes everyday. Sometimes, when I got problem, I would told Marry about my problem. I don’t know how to tell human about my problem, so Marry was a good place for me. I'm still like that until now. My teddy bear, Ishark is a place for me to release tense. Now, there's no Marry anymore. I miss it very much. I miss my entire doll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-869830633141433987?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/869830633141433987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=869830633141433987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/869830633141433987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/869830633141433987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-favourite-toy-when-i-was-child.html' title='My favourite toy when I was a child..'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQmwccNg3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/K55aHs6dCFA/s72-c/454659740.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-677618819714757079</id><published>2008-10-13T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:47:42.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Quest Intro-page 129)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQj__hk1sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wpsZE8QWeRU/s1600-h/287394483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256866247339202242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQj__hk1sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wpsZE8QWeRU/s400/287394483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQj_xB_jAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nslB5vK-PV4/s1600-h/16064966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256866243448638466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQj_xB_jAI/AAAAAAAAAHU/nslB5vK-PV4/s400/16064966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQkAEfuSDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/R24Q6VH2AJk/s1600-h/2535429381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256866248673609778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQkAEfuSDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/R24Q6VH2AJk/s400/2535429381.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do you want to know my sweet memory? If yes, please have a seat first and be relaxing.Well, I have a small family. My dad, my mum, my brother and I.My sweet memory happened when I'm in year 5. It's in long school break. We have a traveling around peninsula Malaysia. At first, that's my dad suggestion to have a travel, but after that, my mum agreed with dad.We spend more than a week to travel all country in Peninsula Malaysia. We began from Perak to Kuala Lumpur, Negeri Sembilan, Melaka, Johor, Pahang, Terengganu, Kelantan, Perlis, Pulau Pinang, and finally,we ended it at Kedah and come back to Perak. I got a lot of experiences and sweet memory along of that journey. Perhaps, one day, I will continue my travel to Sabah and Sarawak. Malaysia is a beautiful and best country. I love Malaysia very much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-677618819714757079?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/677618819714757079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=677618819714757079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/677618819714757079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/677618819714757079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-sweet-memory.html' title='My Sweet Memory'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQj__hk1sI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wpsZE8QWeRU/s72-c/287394483.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-2760734028797405055</id><published>2008-10-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:41:02.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Event...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Quest Intro-page 145&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864848522576002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQiukhtAII/AAAAAAAAAHE/_F5frWwVdeI/s400/bph2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Based on my interviews, Hamizah had the most interesting and unusual event. The event was relative’s wedding. On that day, all people wore traditional attire. Purple was the theme colour that day. Her relative’s family served ‘nasi minyak’ with bean porridge as a desert. All the people came in group. Some of them came with family, and some of them came with friends. There was a special music like wedding musical and was conducted with a ‘DJ’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-2760734028797405055?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/2760734028797405055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=2760734028797405055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/2760734028797405055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/2760734028797405055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/10/best-event.html' title='Best Event...'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPQiukhtAII/AAAAAAAAAHE/_F5frWwVdeI/s72-c/bph2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-598744151173268843</id><published>2008-09-25T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:42:04.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rites of Passage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;[quest intro-page 156]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;keris bathing: A ritual steeped in tradition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256463709869924786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPK15OmHYbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UmtXGv2dSXw/s400/insidepix1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256463713995733762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPK15d9yOwI/AAAAAAAAAG0/4th_4V8ngOE/s400/ustazshifu%4011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;For keris owners, the cleansing of the weapon, which symbolises pride and courage of the Malays, is an important ritual.Usually held during Awal Muharram, the first day of the Muslim calendar, the cleansing ceremony sees people from near and far bringing their keris to cleansing centres for the experts to work on them. It is also an opportunity for owners to view an assortment of keris brought in for cleansing.In Johor, the most established centre for the cleansing ceremony is Balai Seni Nusantara along Lido Beach in Johor Baru.This year, over 100 people brought along their prized collections for the ceremony.The ceremony usually starts with a silat performance, followed by the centre’s person-in-charge Syed Hussain Haroon blessing the experts with a keris.The ceremony covers three stages.First, dirt and oil is removed from the blade with a concoction of lime, mengkudu (a plant that has been extensively used in traditional medicine for centuries) and pineapple juice.This is followed by dipping the keris into a pail of water filled with chopped pandan leaves. It is then dried with a hairdryer. Oil and perfume are finally applied to the keris, marking the end of the ceremony.Keris collector, Zaid Zain, 42, said he goes to the centre regularly after taking up the hobby more than 10 years ago.He now has 30 keris in his collection, some bought in Indonesia.“In the past, the keris was used as a talisman against pests in farms. It was usually buried.“Today, it is displayed more as a collection. I like to collect keris, especially the old ones,” he said.One of Zaid’s favourite is a 500-year-old Indonesian keris bought five years ago for RM1,500.He said the original owner of the keris was an Indonesian woman known as Sombro, who used it for protection during birth.It is said that the value of a keris depends on its workmanship, the metal used, age, motif of the melted metal and the background of the maker.A famous heirloom for Javanese people, in ancient times the keris represented manhood — a man was not considered a real man until he had a keris. The weapon is highly valued, treated and respected.The keris is divided into two parts, the blade or wilah, and the scabbard or warangka, to protect the blade. In olden days, making the blade of a keris would take up to a year to complete. Only respectable Empu, or keris-makers, can make high-quality keris.To prepare a keris, the Empu has to perform spiritual deeds like fasting, remaining awake for several days and nights, and meditation, among others. This is because the weapon is believed to contain a spiritual mission, which is dependent on the user of the keris. For instance, the weapon could be filled with spiritual beings to protect or help the keris owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-598744151173268843?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/598744151173268843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=598744151173268843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/598744151173268843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/598744151173268843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/09/rites-of-passage.html' title='Rites of Passage'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SPK15OmHYbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/UmtXGv2dSXw/s72-c/insidepix1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-6466945117772385038</id><published>2008-09-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:35:16.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite AD or TV commercial..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;(Quest Intro-page 145)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdason.blogspot.com/2007/08/armaggedon-mystery.html"&gt;The Armaggedon Mystery&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243872862021143218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMX6lbQUyrI/AAAAAAAAABo/kJFp15hHPsE/s320/Armageddon3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L17mMcRd6oQ/Rr83ZT0kr-I/AAAAAAAAAuk/eajLtgptqWU/s1600-h/Armageddon-poster06.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are a couple of movies on my desk.. pirated copies of the latest movies. I purchase it a few days ago... but then, I have yet to see any one of it. I have the time, but I don't seem to have time to watch it. It really wonders me why I bought all this movies in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;And he said.. "Kiss me and smile for me.. Tell me that your wait for me.. Hold me like your never gonna let me go"I did have time to watch Armageddon over TV3 tough. Although not sure what made me watch this movie for the 4th time during my lifetime, but I remained a satisfied man at the end of the movie. I really think this movie could go down to one of my favorite movies of all times although it remains a true mystery on why I would rather watch it over TV when I know I have its DVD stashed somewhere at home. Another interesting thing would be my preference to spend time with advertisements in between the movie, and not mentioning the absurd Malaysian censorship, but still remain loyal in front of the TV set watching the movie over TV3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L17mMcRd6oQ/Rr83Zj0ksAI/AAAAAAAAAu0/z4HIGz6MYqQ/s1600-h/Armageddon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Heroes... Armageddon is really the best doomsday movie ever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life I guess is full of unknown mysteries, and my willingness to spend precious time wasted with TV adverts as I watch Armageddon over TV3 is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-6466945117772385038?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6466945117772385038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=6466945117772385038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/6466945117772385038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/6466945117772385038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/09/journal-writing.html' title='My favourite AD or TV commercial..'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMX6lbQUyrI/AAAAAAAAABo/kJFp15hHPsE/s72-c/Armageddon3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-7261688861839554641</id><published>2008-09-17T23:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:59:45.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewriting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;(Quest Intro-page 79)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My idea of the perfect career is in psychology. I’m going to become a psychologist, for three reasons. First, I’m fascinated the studies of human's mind, their thoughts and feelings. Second, I love to do research. Research is about the way that people behave either they are in correct or wrong way. Third, I enjoy helping people especially human who need my help and consult. Help and consult in many ways. My research might make a big difference in the world and I can help many people. Now, I’m studying in business course. However, I may study psychology after graduate. For me, if there is a will, there is a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;(Quest Intro-page 163)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To celebrate the new bride and groom, there is a wedding ceremony. For this ritual, men must put on a black suit on their body. They sit together in group either with families or friends in the big hall. The catering’s company serve all people with delicious dishes. While the people were eating, they can hear a lovely and romantic song from a DJ who already provided there. After that, bride and groom arrive there. They were escort with some people who played ‘kompang’. The bride and groom sit together on the stage. There were a lot of gifts at the right on the stage. Finally, after a few hours, both of bride and groom went back to their house to change their clothes for the next convention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-7261688861839554641?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7261688861839554641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=7261688861839554641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/7261688861839554641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/7261688861839554641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/09/rewriting.html' title='Rewriting'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-4490513133879701344</id><published>2008-09-13T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:27:06.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>petronas advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Part two of our series on formula one advertisements, this ad concerns Petronas again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This advertisement about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_cZXNBqXb9c&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;At the beginning, there was a german kid played with his formula one toy car. After a while, his grandfather came out from the house. Then the kid getting scolded by his grandfather for playing with that toy. Next, the kid tought his grandfather about formula one cars. The grandfather look very impressed with his grandchildren's knowledge. Finally, the grandfather move away from his grandchildren. The kid just laughed with his grandfather's action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-4490513133879701344?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/4490513133879701344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=4490513133879701344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/4490513133879701344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/4490513133879701344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/09/bata-school-shoes.html' title='petronas advertisement'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-7873410668491479426</id><published>2008-08-25T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:13:35.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The word 'SO'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1) Used to emphasize an adjective or adverb, especially when this produces a particular result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haziq was driving so fast that he couldn’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2) Used in negative sentences for comparing people or things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She’s not so beautiful as we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3) Used in place of something that has been said already, to avoid repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you coming by plane? If so, I can meet you at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4) Also, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nurul like dancing so does safiyyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5) Used to show that you agree that something is true, especially when you are surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“It’s getting late.” “So it is. We’d better go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6) (Used when you are showing somebody something) in this way, like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nabilah, hold the paper in two diagonally, like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7) With the result that; therefore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Saadah felt very tired, so she went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8) With the purpose that; in order that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaima’ wore dark glasses, so nobody would recognize her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9) Used to show how one part of a story follows another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So what happened next, Hanisah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-7873410668491479426?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/7873410668491479426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=7873410668491479426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/7873410668491479426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/7873410668491479426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/08/homework.html' title='HOMEWORK!!!'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-8108720451639859457</id><published>2008-08-25T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:24:42.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I am in life now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Where am I? Where am I in life now?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m taking business course at Islamic Science University of Malaysia, but for your information, before this, to become businesswoman was not my ambition.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to become a teacher because that time I felt that teaching is fun and enjoy. When I’m registered at primary school, my ambition was changed. I want to become a doctor. Although I knew that I’m not suitable with that job if I’m not threw away the fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;After 6 years felt to become a doctor, I changed again my ambition when I’m entering secondary school. At secondary school, I’m always following my dad to his office. My dad works as officer in agriculture at RISDA department. I saw my dad enjoy his works and I’m also enjoy looking that job. So, that time, I want to be like my dad is.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m at form 4 and 5, I took account class. As usual, my ambition still changed. I want to become an accountant. J. Before I registered at Islamic Science University of Malaysia, I applied accounting course there. Sadly, I can’t continue my studied in accounting course because I got another course, syariah and law course.&lt;br /&gt;I studied that course for a year. Do you want to know some secret??? That time I wanted to be a lawyer. Last but not least, now I’m taking business course at the same university. So, my passion more than to be a businesswoman. I want to open my own company. After I graduate this course, I will continue my studies at the same course in master level or I may studies psychology for a while. Because I’m also love to know the mind of human and their behave. Maybe one day, I will open company of psychology. Maybe…who knows???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-8108720451639859457?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/8108720451639859457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=8108720451639859457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/8108720451639859457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/8108720451639859457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-i-am-in-life-now.html' title='Where I am in life now?'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-328096055238489192</id><published>2008-08-25T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:36:36.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Experience with flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYJSHBgbtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/63hvvh97FBg/s1600-h/13231268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243889022847184594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYJSHBgbtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/63hvvh97FBg/s320/13231268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Most of us have experience with flow. Truly happy people experience it often. Flow does not last long. It visits us for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;I was faced a flow when I’m joined a group of students to Lambaian Danau’s camp in Jasin, Melaka. We had a lot of activities there such as rafting, war game, explore race and much more.&lt;br /&gt;In rafting, we need to make our own raft by group. It’s so difficult to make a raft. For your information, my group’s raft was sunk on the lake. I don’t know how to describe my feeling when that incident happened. Scared, nervous... But, we still lucky because there was someone who the owner of this camp came and save us. Thank GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I think, there’s not enough one page if I want to write all my experiences there. But, I feel so excited and have a fun there. I hope, I can get a chance to go there on the other time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-328096055238489192?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/328096055238489192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=328096055238489192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/328096055238489192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/328096055238489192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-experience-with-flow.html' title='My Experience with flow'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYJSHBgbtI/AAAAAAAAAB4/63hvvh97FBg/s72-c/13231268.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-3646175905238203076</id><published>2008-08-25T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:22:30.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Happines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something I learned about the secrets of happiness in work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Most of the books on how to find happiness agree that true happiness does not usually come from passive entertainment such as watching television or sitting on a beach. In the place of happiness, we must be active, we must be doing something. To be happy in life, we need to enjoy our work. According to Maxim Gorky, “When work is pleasure, life is a joy! When work is a duty, life is slavery”. After I make some research from some people, they said that before choosing a job, we must know our own talent and abilities of what because we often enjoy their talents. Sometimes, a person who does not really enjoy their talents, they can choose by looking their passion. For example, their feelings of great love for some activities. Everyone can be happy, if they know their talents and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243893769952672754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYNmbXpu_I/AAAAAAAAACI/a__ZTkS1tUA/s320/0809_1_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-3646175905238203076?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/3646175905238203076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=3646175905238203076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/3646175905238203076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/3646175905238203076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-happines.html' title='Secret Happines'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYNmbXpu_I/AAAAAAAAACI/a__ZTkS1tUA/s72-c/0809_1_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-6616032460637774295</id><published>2008-08-25T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:32:57.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY PICTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitSp6QcJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_GVaDKzA6cY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244632302072393874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitSp6QcJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_GVaDKzA6cY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitS6PJZVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D9LCYT7tkmk/s1600-h/I+LOVE+ALLAH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244632306454979922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitS6PJZVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/D9LCYT7tkmk/s400/I+LOVE+ALLAH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitTB5ASwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZB024m3zF3M/s1600-h/DSCF0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244632308509592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitTB5ASwI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZB024m3zF3M/s400/DSCF0635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYT95f3sJI/AAAAAAAAADg/yH6oMhNBljg/s1600-h/shak_sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYTseM7c6I/AAAAAAAAADY/DOOXhEy2oV4/s1600-h/IMGP2028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243900470861984674" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYSqeK2HXI/AAAAAAAAACo/1ZAOHQAXwpk/s320/1_370579194m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYSqjr1fjI/AAAAAAAAACw/Y_vp5PJHYNA/s1600-h/1_525181547t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243900016218059202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMYTSAhXscI/AAAAAAAAADI/zeZhSi2t5WE/s320/1_653666554m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2020738457881753997-6616032460637774295?l=nurfisha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/feeds/6616032460637774295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2020738457881753997&amp;postID=6616032460637774295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/6616032460637774295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2020738457881753997/posts/default/6616032460637774295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nurfisha.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-picture.html' title='MY PICTURE'/><author><name>shaiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10316403578317422613</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZcUxNHhV4/TWXwR8BFGJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/heqbtMohAYI/s220/184863_1624503292515_1234489342_31567295_6597797_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoD2Zsk2NQk/SMitSp6QcJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_GVaDKzA6cY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2020738457881753997.post-8400695288506858385</id><published>2008-08-25T21:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:00:44.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LOVELY SONG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;VERSE 1&lt;br /&gt;Well I wonder could it be&lt;br /&gt;When I was dreaming 'bout you baby&lt;br /&gt;You were dreaming of me&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, call me blind&lt;br /&gt;To still be suffering is stupid&lt;br /&gt;after all of this time&lt;br /&gt;PRE-CHORUS 1&lt;br /&gt;Did I lose my love to someone better&lt;br /&gt;And does she love you like I do&lt;br /&gt;I do, you know I really really do&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Well hey&lt;br /&gt;So much I need to say&lt;br /&gt;Been lonely since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;So sad but true&lt;br /&gt;For me there's only you&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2&lt;br /&gt;I remember date and time&lt;br /&gt;September twenty second&lt;br /&gt;Sunday twenty five after nine&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway with your case&lt;br /&gt;No longer shouting at each other&lt;br /&gt;There were tears on our faces&lt;br /&gt;PRE-CHORUS 2&lt;br /&gt;some we were letting go of something special&lt;br /&gt;Something we'll never have again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I guess I really really know&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;PRE-CHORUS 1&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;Why do we never know what we've got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;How could I carry on&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been missing you so much&lt;br /&gt;I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;br /&gt;The day you went away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY HOBBIES...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1: WATCHING TELEVISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Supernatural TV series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243895532117276706" style="DISPLAY: block; 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