<?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-10987827</id><updated>2011-12-19T02:50:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change is good</title><subtitle type='html'>...that's what I keep telling myself. Someday I may even believe it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>178</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-3282446926044267395</id><published>2008-09-08T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:02:33.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamer tak update. Sengal giler.</title><content type='html'>Mungkin sebab kemalasan, atau tak se-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; lagi untuk memblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kedua-duanya sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post, I was starting as O&amp;amp;G HO, in a week's time I'll rejoin the Medical department, this time as an MO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takut giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I did ask for it, but it still scares the heck out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh after finishing Medicine as a houseman, I could confidently say that I'd be able to handle the bread-and-butter cases. Uncontrolled DM? Check. Hypertensive crisis? Check. Asthma? Check. Pneumonia? Check. Procedures? Central lines, peritoneal dialysis? Done, and done. No problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was two rotations ago. More than half a year. 8 months, to be exact. Sekarang ni nak baca ECG pun lembap sikit. Ye la, asyik tengok CTG jek. Nak order ECG utk patient pun selalu tersasul cakap CTG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I AM looking forward to become an MO. No more 7 am start for me! I'll start at 8!! Muahahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poyo ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are mine if I'm not on-call. Gonna need lots of free weekends from now on. Several projects on tow. All very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my last few days in the department, I'm in charge of the Gynae ward. It's like the forgotten ward of O&amp;amp;G. We have to do night rounds, and have to wait until the on-call MO comes to see the patients. Most of the time Gynae ward is the last one. Which means your other colleagues from other wards would've gone back earlier, and there you are, sitting at the counter, looking at the clock while the MO rushed into the OT for an emergency Caesarean section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's SO not fun, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Obstetrics, it's one of the most enjoyable rotation I've had (out of three, ha ha) but I find Gynae not as stimulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, I can't wait to finish (although I'm sorry to leave the department, as a whole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, apart from work, there are other things to look forward to. Don't want to jump the gun by saying too much, but let's just say that I'm *almost* officially off the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sound like a grocery item. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm aglow with happiness. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-3282446926044267395?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3282446926044267395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=3282446926044267395&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3282446926044267395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3282446926044267395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/09/lamer-tak-update-sengal-giler.html' title='Lamer tak update. Sengal giler.'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-8497531221724502865</id><published>2008-05-28T22:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:50:31.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. Just random thoughts</title><content type='html'>* Yes, I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;* Am in O&amp;G department now. So far, so good..&lt;br /&gt;* 4 months to finish housemanship. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;* David Cook won American Idol 7. For once, America got it right!&lt;br /&gt;* Can't wait for next month. Waiting for a silvery-blue object on wheels. Super duper excited! Finally my very own car!&lt;br /&gt;* As Yana puts it, there are lots of things under the rug. Waiting for the time to sweep them clean (just hope I don't chicken out).&lt;br /&gt;* You know what, I'm starting to believe that change IS good&lt;br /&gt;* Or maybe I'm fooling myself again&lt;br /&gt;* Either way I'm preparing myself. Come what may. I don't care. Well actually, I do. Either way I'll be damned if I let it get the better of me.&lt;br /&gt;* Surprisingly, I'm happy. Most of the time. Although 'TIRED' is the operative word.&lt;br /&gt;* It's surprising how you know someone so little after so long. Or maybe all this time you're just fooling yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes I do the things I do for the sake of self-preservation. Nothing against you, but I have to start looking after me. I'm tired of being considerate all the time.&lt;br /&gt;* Gosh, this entry's going downhill. Let's think happy thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;* I'm gonna watch David Cook again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-8497531221724502865?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8497531221724502865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=8497531221724502865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8497531221724502865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8497531221724502865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-just-random-thoughts.html' title='Hi. Just random thoughts'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-2047194035821135823</id><published>2008-05-09T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:20:17.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song in my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPK5o2s2IdE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RPK5o2s2IdE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2047194035821135823?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2047194035821135823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=2047194035821135823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2047194035821135823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2047194035821135823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/05/song-in-my-head.html' title='Song in my head'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7464075532595042942</id><published>2008-05-03T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:42:12.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapism</title><content type='html'>I can listen to this song over and over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZ960amdJPI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vZ960amdJPI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7464075532595042942?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7464075532595042942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7464075532595042942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7464075532595042942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7464075532595042942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/05/escapism.html' title='Escapism'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-1234750750344314137</id><published>2008-05-01T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:29:40.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange, isn't it?...</title><content type='html'>....that you can hide unhappiness, even from yourself. You immerse yourself into whatever you're doing for the day, working non-stop until you have no time to sit down and think. After a while, you actually think that you're all right with everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...until you stumble upon a picture, a song, or a note..something that acts as a reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it starts to feel like the world is crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance IS bliss. I prefer my former state of oblivion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1234750750344314137?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1234750750344314137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1234750750344314137&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1234750750344314137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1234750750344314137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/05/strange-isnt-it.html' title='Strange, isn&apos;t it?...'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-2727601524479677849</id><published>2008-04-28T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T00:26:38.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 30 mins past midnight and I'm still listening/watching David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2727601524479677849?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2727601524479677849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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more or less made a declaration that I won't be watching anymore American Idol after Melinda Doolittle was eliminated last season, but I just have to say that I LOVE DAVID COOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, please get it right just this once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Johns wasn't too bad either, unfortunately he was eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost ending my surgical rotation, planning to take my remaining holidays for this rotation, will be blogging more then (hopefully)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, enjoy David Cook's version of "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHo5I811n0k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHo5I811n0k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-6131606959491281097?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6131606959491281097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=6131606959491281097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6131606959491281097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6131606959491281097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-short-note.html' title='Just a short note'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-3200554139107119140</id><published>2008-02-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:29:25.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the world go by....</title><content type='html'>Hari ini adalah hari saya menyibukkan diri baca pasal update orang lain di laman Friendster dan Facebook. This is what I discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 friends got engaged&lt;br /&gt;2 *possibly* engaged to each other (if my deductions are correct)&lt;br /&gt;1 friend is expecting a baby&lt;br /&gt;1 friend had a miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few have moved to other countries, looking for green (doesn't have to be greener) pastures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being here in Kuala Pilah, I sometimes feel that I'm stuck in another world. Barely having time to read newspapers (honestly, kalau bom meletup pun mesti x perasan - unless there are patients admitted to Hosp. K. Pilah) I'm 'cut off from civilization', so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading about my friends make me feel as if time is passing by quickly; and I'm just a bystander watching from the sidelines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange feeling, I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes one feel left out, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't mean that I want to go in the same direction as they are going, it just feels like life's happening to them, and mine's just......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;static.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I need some excitement, quick. Somebody get me a ticket to an exotic vacation somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn..all this idleness is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-3200554139107119140?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3200554139107119140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=3200554139107119140&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3200554139107119140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3200554139107119140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/02/watching-world-go-by.html' title='Watching the world go by....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-6144550514422306425</id><published>2008-02-05T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:30:08.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February's post</title><content type='html'>My 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; week as a Surgical HO    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far, so good. Life’s not as hectic as when I was doing Medical rotation. But somehow, I miss the chaos of being a Medical HO. I guess it’s because I was just starting to get really comfortable doing what I was doing, and then it was time to move on.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Otherwise, I’m appreciating the relaxed lifestyle I’m having right now. We start early, but work so far hasn’t been too bad. Now I have time to sit down and catch up on my reading (the gaps in my knowledge are appalling). Weekends are mine unless I’m on call. I actually have time to go to the cinema, and interact with family members again.&lt;/p&gt;Life’s good, alhamdulillah..    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know what would be absolutely divine? A trip somewhere, anywhere (to a place I’ve never gone before, that is). I see pictures of my friends on Friendster &amp;amp; Facebook on holidays around the world, makes me wish I went somewhere too. Just a week’s escape from normal daily routine. *sigh* Wishful thinking, I know. Oh well…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-6144550514422306425?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6144550514422306425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=6144550514422306425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6144550514422306425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6144550514422306425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/02/februarys-post.html' title='February&apos;s post'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-5831832769907795670</id><published>2008-01-06T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T19:52:00.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Blinks* it's 2008 already??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2007 ended almost a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy new year to everyone (if it's not too late).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haven't blogged for quite some time, been busy with you-know-what (work la..), and when I have off days I'm just too excited not to be working to blog (hahaha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read the messages some of you posted. So sorry I didn't reply to them, especially to Justin (if you're reading this). I've seen you down the corridors of Kuala Pilah Hospital so I guess your questions would've been answered by now. Hope you're finding working life okay. If you think life's good at HKP, wait until you get into the Medical department (hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 days to go before I join another department. Either O&amp;amp;G or Surgery. Haven't found out which one yet (never found the time to go to the office to check).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 4 months' rotation in Medicine is almost coming to an end. I wanna say something shocking, although I realise after this revelation some people may advise me to get my brain scanned, or seek psychiatric treatment. You ready? Here it is :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I ACTUALLY ENJOY MY MEDICAL ROTATION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Think I'm crazy, huh? Yeah, I think so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm gonna miss being a medical houseman. Although I won't miss the crazy on-call nights. And it seems to me that all these patients wait until the day (AND night..especially at night..or very early morning) when I'm on-call to come to hospital. My colleagues have good on-calls, there was one time when there were only TWO admissions for that day (jealous betul...I'm still jealous..). Moi? During my last on call I slept for only half an hour. Had eleven admissions that night,one after another. Good thing I had a good on-call partner who helped me out. Once I was just so tired that I put my pen and stethoscope down, declared to the staff nurse that I SIMPLY had to sleep or go bonkers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kena mandi bunga nih...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Otherwise, I'm quite happy. My MO told me that my boss praised me the other day. Being a houseman can make you feel overworked and underappreciated, so any good word (especially from your boss) goes a very long way. That actually keeps me going. (This is what we call 'positive reinforcement'. To all bosses/future bosses out there, remember that your subordinates need a positive word or two once in a while).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work's not without its funny moments though. I had a schizophrenic patient in the ward who had a crush on me. He was always hanging around the ward counter whenever I was there doing my work. And I actually had a marriage proposal from him! Of course I said no, and then he declared that he'd remain single for the rest of his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was kinda funny, but I became a bit wary of him after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darn. I must be slipping, only crazy men want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any sane takers out there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was another funny incident involving another schizophrenic patient, but it's kinda embarassing so I won't share it here (but if you're curious, ask me personally and I'll tell you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, 2007 has passed, welcome 2008! As the years before, I won't make any new year resolutions since it's simply a waste of time. I'd forget my resolutions the next day. Let's just wish for a good year, and may we improve ourselves in many ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5831832769907795670?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5831832769907795670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5831832769907795670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5831832769907795670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5831832769907795670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2008/01/blinks-its-2008-already.html' title='*Blinks* it&apos;s 2008 already??'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-2916831424094948708</id><published>2007-11-25T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T17:08:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish....</title><content type='html'>...I can go somewhere for a holiday, I badly need one. When I see pictures of my friends going places, I wish I could go somewhere too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I don't have to go to work during weekends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I have more time to spend with family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I don't have to answer phone calls with "I'm busy, can't talk now.." (That is, IF I actually answer those calls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I have more time for my niece, as it is I can't even let her sleep with me anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2916831424094948708?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2916831424094948708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=2916831424094948708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2916831424094948708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2916831424094948708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-4018988468760542427</id><published>2007-11-17T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:15:39.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being a medical houseman in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*Note : This entry is my opinion and my opinion only.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initially, when I first went to the UK I had the intention of coming back after graduating. Somewhere along the line, I thought it would be good if I stayed behind a few years until I finished the Royal College exams (whichever I decide to do). And then the UK government came up with immigration laws that made me decide to pack my bags and start fresh as a doctor after graduating from med school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm currently doing my first posting in the Medical department at Hospital Kuala Pilah, considered as a district hospital. Whether it's any better or worse than the General Hospitals I don't know considering this is the first hospital I'm working at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So far, it's been busy. To be honest, I haven't had time to do anything else. Last month I did EOD (every other day) on-calls for a month. I celebrated night before Raya being on-call. On Raya day I donned my baju Raya, visited a relative's house, went back home and slept. I woke up the next day and went back to HKP, and was on-call again. At sharp 12 a.m. on my birthday I 'celebrated' it with a patient who came in feeling breathless. Currently, there are 6 housemen so on-call days are approximately every third day, so it's not so bad. I haven't had time to read a story book and my niece is puzzled why I avoid sleeping with her whenever I come back during weekends (takut she wakes up at night &amp;amp; buat hal, I can't afford having interrupted sleep). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Being a houseman you have to do rounds during weekends so effectively you work 7 days a week (in the medical department, at least). You work like a dog, and sometimes you get treated like one. If you are lucky, you get nice MOs and consultants. Otherwise you get yelled at by your boss at least every other day, in full view of the nurses, patients and their relatives. After a while the skin on your face become so thick that whenever you get a scolding your mind automatically teleports you to a sandy-white beach, with you sitting on a nice deck chair sipping your favourite beverage...but at the same time praying that while you're having this nice vision of yourself the consultant doesn't end his tirade with a question that your didn't even hear because you were busy sipping iced lemon tea in your mind's eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I first started, it was quite frustrating mainly because I had to adjust from being a medical student to a fully-qualified doctor, and to make things more complicated, in a different environment than the one I was trained in. I was just as ignorant a doctor as I was a student, the only difference is the MBBS certificate I now hold. I am still ignorant in many ways, there's so much to learn, but I AM learning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone posted a question in the previous entry, "rasanye kalo lepas 2 tahun balik mesia, competent ke nak jd MO?" Maybe experience-wise you'll have a different exposure compared to doctors here, but don't discount yourself too much when you compare yourself to doctors here. Being a doctor, you learn new things all the time, and this lasts throughout your career (at least, that's what I think). And in this business of life-and-death, I take this approach : if you are not sure, you don't know what to do, ask someone who knows. Doesn't matter who. Sometimes when I don't know what to do and my MO isn't around, I ask the nurses for their opinion. Never underestimate the nurses. Many of them have years of experience under their belt and can be invaluable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you think that your peers in Malaysia have more experience, so what? You'll pick things up when you come back. Just don't be shy to ask. And make sure you maintain a good rapport with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I regret coming back here? No, I don't. (Although there are times I wish that I could just run away from all the work stress and lead the life of a lady of leisure...*sigh*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : to mr. scary_movie, actually abt prospect postgraduate studies tu, I'm still a bit clueless about it...nantila saya find out okay...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-4018988468760542427?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4018988468760542427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=4018988468760542427&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/4018988468760542427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/4018988468760542427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-being-medical-houseman-in-malaysia.html' title='On being a medical houseman in Malaysia'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-5284577167790778304</id><published>2007-10-21T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T21:12:51.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sape nak kurus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;......jadilah houseman kat medical ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weighed myself yesterday, lost abt 6 kg in 1 month. It's so scary!! My clothes all seem loose, the hemline of my jeans and slacks sweep the floor, my watch dangling on my wrist all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really exhausting work being a medical HO, I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished 2 weeks' worth of EOD (every other day) on call, my Raya didn't feel like Raya,&lt;br /&gt;I only come back home to sleep during weekends, only to leave early in the morning for work again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job (I try to convince myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said before, there are good days, there are bad days. But today I feel a bit whiny, so you hear the horror stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I'm cut out to be a physician. When you have to clerk a patient who comes in with diarrhoea at 3 am in the morning, you wonder perhaps it'll be better if you become a full-time housewife with a medical degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not seriously thinking it. At least, not really. No...not really.....hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say surgical rotation is much more fun. And O&amp;amp;G worse than general medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SO can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking positively, I'm learning lots. I do make mistakes sometimes, but I pray all the time that it won't be at the cost of someone's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a life-and-death business after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5284577167790778304?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5284577167790778304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5284577167790778304&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5284577167790778304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5284577167790778304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/10/sape-nak-kurus.html' title='Sape nak kurus?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-3106359985881624157</id><published>2007-09-28T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:58:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been almost two weeks of working life, there's only one way to describe it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Penat gilerrrrrr sehhh!!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital Kuala Pilah's not that big, but there are 3 medical wards (Yup, I'm doing my medical posting first) and I happen to be on the one that's always 'active' (meaning that it accepts patients everyday, rain or shine, contrary to the other 2 wards where they take turns being 'active' and 'passive').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been tiring, it's been fun. There are good times, there are bad times. There are times when you get scolded by the consultants, there are times when you joke with them. Same goes for the nurses...actually the nurses are wonderful on the ward..they've been the ones who watched over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good, alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone named 'Anonymous' posted a comment in my previous entry entitled 'Posting', and this is my reply to you, whoever you are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'selling [your]self extremely short working with people who were formerly [your] schoolmates and had very poor medical education in countries like Ukraine etc,and they were very substandard students in school'&lt;/span&gt;....let me tell you this, just because you go to a renowned medical school, where ever it is does not make you a good doctor by default. Just because I graduated from the UK, from the place where I brushed shoulders with the authors of 'Kumar and Clark' does not make me the best houseman that ever graced Hospital Kuala Pilah. Being a doctor means that you're a student for life, and learning does not stop the moment you graduate from medical school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, you don't need to be an excellent student to be a doctor. Brains is not the only requirement, you need to be able to work hard and have interest in people. The people whom you think were substandard may one day be renowned doctors in various fields. One thing I learned is that it really doesn't matter who or how you were in school, and it doesn't define your future. It's how you build yourself up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I sound too critical, but one word of advice : don't come back to Malaysia with the mindset that everything here is 'substandard', be it people or how things are done. It's just different, we'd have to adapt, but it's true no matter where you go. True, there's a lot of bureaucracy here, people who are your superior in rank sometimes act like they're at the top of the social strata. Just give them no mind. Coming back with the misconception that you're better than your 'substandard' peers will cause a lot of damage, all of them to yourself. To put it mildly, you'd be 'fed to the dogs'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've not regretted my decision to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, that's just me saying. And I just finished my 2 weeks 'tagging' period. Starting my first on-call tomorrow. Let's see if I change my mind afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-3106359985881624157?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3106359985881624157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=3106359985881624157&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3106359985881624157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3106359985881624157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-almost-two-weeks-of-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-864886716847364297</id><published>2007-09-15T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:36:29.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being blooming stupid</title><content type='html'>Waaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SUCH AN IDIOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that an idiot and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I go?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been mentally cursing myself the whole day (considering it's fasting month, I didn't use the entire selection in the vocabulary, but you'd be surprised how many words were still left to be used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a hole somewhere I can crawl into and hang myself upside-down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to have my head examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can forgive myself for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addendum 3.27 pm :  &lt;/span&gt;How DOES one crawl into a hole and hang one's self? Yeah...I wondered myself after re-reading this entry. Explains my state of mind currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's SUCH a Jonah Day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-864886716847364297?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/864886716847364297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=864886716847364297&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/864886716847364297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/864886716847364297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/09/waaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhh-i-am-such.html' title='On being blooming stupid'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-5035528951614598495</id><published>2007-09-14T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T21:33:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting</title><content type='html'>Dr. Azhani Akmar binti Azhar&lt;br /&gt;No K/P : ******-**-****&lt;br /&gt;(Alamat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tuan/Puan telah ditempatkan di &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hospital Tuanku Ampuan Najihah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;untuk menjalani Latihan Siswazah di bawah ......... ..... selama satu (1) tahun mulai dari tarikh lapor diri dan satu (1) tahun lagi untuk menjalani "Obligatory Posting" ......... Sila lapor diri kepada Pengarah Kesihatan Negeri Sembilan pada 16 September jam 9.00 pagi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***(16 September?? Bukan hari Ahad ke tu? Sape keje? I'll report hari Isnin lah..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For anyone who wonders where that is, the hospital is in Kuala Pilah. In my application form I put only one option : Hospital Tuanku Jaafar (i.e. Seremban GH) and left the other two options blank. Quite foolhardy on my part, silap2 haribulan diorang hantar pergi Borneo (nasib baik tak, alhamdulillah).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't mind the fact that I didn't get where I wanted originally. True, Kuala Pilah is abt 45 mins drive from home, and the road to K.Pilah through Bukit Putus isn't for the faint-hearted (2 lane woooo...dahla berkelok-kelok...kalah F1 punya circuit) but strangely enough I'm perfectly happy. The hospital pun takla besar sangat, looks kinda nice. Mak isn't too happy the fact that I'm starting waktu bulan puasa but hey, insyaAllah I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if my optimism lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! Your prayers are also appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s : They're building a highway to Kuala Pilah, bypassing Bukit Putus. That should cut down travelling time by half. Unfortunately the construction of the highway is still in its early stages. Perhaps I should send an appeal letter to Dato' Seri Samy Vellu to speed things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5035528951614598495?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5035528951614598495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5035528951614598495&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5035528951614598495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5035528951614598495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/09/posting.html' title='Posting'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-3468962212397617431</id><published>2007-09-06T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:52:49.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Without Love (OST Hairspray) - I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie 'Hairspray' is coming to Malaysia soon. Kinda late if you ask me, they've been playing it in the UK for quite sometime already. Anyways, WATCH THIS MOVIE!! In my opinion it's the best musical-turned-movie so far.  All the songs are so catchy you won't be able to resist humming the tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot outline is as follows (I'm too lazy to do it myself, so I nicked it from IMDB):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tracy Turnblad, an overweight teenager with all the right moves, is obsessed with the Corny Collins Show. Every day after school, she and her best friend Penny run home to watch the show and drool over the hot Link Larkin, much to Tracy's mother Edna's dismay. After one of the stars of the show leaves, Corny Collins holds auditions to see who will be the next person on the Corny Collins show. With all of the help of her friend Seaweed, Tracy makes it on the show, angering the evil dance queen Amber Von Tussle and her mother Velma. Tracy then decides that it's not fair that the black kids can only dance on the Corny Collins Show once a month, and with the help of Seaweed, Link, Penny, Motormouth Maybelle, her father and Edna, she's going to integrate the show.....without denting her 'do!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that doesn't convince you, consider this : John Travolta dressed as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack's great, been playing the song below on my computer over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbyS1QLfJvk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BbyS1QLfJvk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~~Without Love~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Zac Efron, Nikki Blonsky, Elijah Kelly, Amanda Bynes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was a selfish fool&lt;br /&gt;Who never understood&lt;br /&gt;I never looked inside myself&lt;br /&gt;Though on the outside, I looked good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we met and you made me&lt;br /&gt;The man I am today&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, I'm in love with you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you weigh&lt;br /&gt;'Cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link &amp; Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;Life is like the seasons with&lt;br /&gt;No summer&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;Life is rock 'n' roll without&lt;br /&gt;A drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, I'll be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, never set me free&lt;br /&gt;No, I ain't lyin'&lt;br /&gt;Never set me free, Tracy,&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;Black is everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;Who'd have thought I'd love a girl&lt;br /&gt;Whose skin as white as winter's snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my ivory tower&lt;br /&gt;Life was just a hostess snack&lt;br /&gt;But now I've tasted chocolate&lt;br /&gt;And I'm never going back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny, Seaweed &amp; Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a beat that you can't follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny, Seaweed &amp; Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is Doris Day at the Apollo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny, Seaweed &amp; Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I'll be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So darling, never set me free&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny &amp; Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours forever&lt;br /&gt;Never set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm left without my baby doll&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link, I've got to break out&lt;br /&gt;So that I can get my hands on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girl, if I can't touch you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna lose control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed, you're my black white knight&lt;br /&gt;I've found my blue-eyed soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed &amp; Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet freedom is our goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace, I wanna kiss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me out at the next toll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a prom&lt;br /&gt;that won't invite us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting my big break&lt;br /&gt;and laryngitis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a '45'&lt;br /&gt;when you can't buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like my mother&lt;br /&gt;on a diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a week that's only Mondays&lt;br /&gt;Only ice cream, never sundaes&lt;br /&gt;Like a circle with no center&lt;br /&gt;Like a door marked "do not enter!"&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I'll be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never wanna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny &amp; Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes now you've captured me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seaweed &amp; Tracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender happily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ensemble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh seaweed&lt;br /&gt;Never set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny &amp; Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy &amp; Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I ain't lyin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny &amp; Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;No, I dont wanna live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Penny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you had best believe me,&lt;br /&gt;Never leave me&lt;br /&gt;without love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-3468962212397617431?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3468962212397617431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=3468962212397617431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3468962212397617431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3468962212397617431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/09/without-love-ost-hairspray-i-love-this.html' title='Without Love (OST Hairspray) - I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-5652754895279297435</id><published>2007-08-30T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T04:42:13.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 4.22 a.m., and I spent the last few hours watching 'Anne of Green Gables' and reading excerpts from the Anne series. Of all the books I have, none other can claim a hold on me stronger than the stories about the red-headed orphan girl. No, not even Pride and Prejudice (sorry Jane Austen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, I still feel just as strongly as I did more than a decade ago about Anne Shirley and Gilbert Blythe. I still wear the same dreamy smile after finishing the last chapter of 'Anne of the Island'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps, I am just as big a fool now as I was then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's sentimentality for you. Must be a sign of mental fatigue. I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5652754895279297435?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5652754895279297435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5652754895279297435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5652754895279297435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5652754895279297435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7432279905922359047</id><published>2007-08-17T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:09:44.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time it's different</title><content type='html'>One and a half months since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened since then :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 : 13th July 2007 - I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2778a-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, a degree! *Sigh&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2 : 14th July to 19th July 2007 - Trip to Lake District &amp; Scotland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lake District was gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous! Toured the East Lakes only, didn't manage to go along the West Lakes due to time constraint (I overestimated how much my dad can drive in a day, and how much can be covered in a day). Scotland was nice as well, although it rained when we were there. It was a different experience altogether. Firstly, because all 6 of us (Abah, Mak, Yana, Makcik, Mak Busu and moi) went in a motorhome and stayed at caravan sites. It was sometimes tiring, occasionally vexing (I had to plan the whole thing, and trying to accommodate everyone's wishes was VERY challenging), but mostly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 rules for anyone who wants to plan a holiday for a group with a majority of ladies above 50 :  (a) take them shopping, (b) take them shopping, and then (c) shop some more!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Any bad experience during the trip was forgotten after they came out from the Royal Doulton factory outlet. Honestly, the purchase of coffee sets and teapots and cups did wonders!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the excess baggage - boleh pengsan okay! And they all blamed it on me, saying that I brought lots of stuff home after staying in the UK for 5 years. Well, out of the 47kg, I think 20kg would probably be mine (giving them the benefit of the doubt), tapi lagi 27kg??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasib baik lepas kat airport (alhamdulillah, ada org yg tolong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2834a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2830a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures 1&amp;2 : Taken at a park by the lakeside in Ambleside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2850a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The A592 route - said to have one of the most beautiful scenery in Britain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2859a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aira Force Waterfalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2891a-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me in Scotland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 : 20th July 2007 - Flight to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Back in Malaysia for good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; Don't think I'll be going back to the UK in the near future. Feels a bit weird, after 7 years living mostly away from home (including those 2 years in Banting), I am now a permanent fixture at 9486, Taman Guru. At least until something else comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4 : 24th July 2007 - Welcome to the world, Arif Imran!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Now I have a nephew as well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2969a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arif Imran, 2 hours old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_3077a-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close-up of Arif Imran. Primary occupation : sleep, and minum susu. Mostly minum susu (scary wooooo....tak henti-henti!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_3060a-1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arif Imran, Azureen Sofia and their Mak Ngah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of now, I'm just enjoying myself being unemployed, not really worrying about that fateful day when I get my posting letter. At least, not much. But I HAVE started doing a bit of reading, to jog my memory a bit...after all, final med exam WAS 7 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if anyone's in Seremban, don't forget to give me a shout. Save me from my idle life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7432279905922359047?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7432279905922359047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7432279905922359047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7432279905922359047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7432279905922359047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-time-its-different.html' title='This time it&apos;s different'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7136466769232358858</id><published>2007-07-01T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:05:07.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's more to life than......</title><content type='html'>You've got to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about it in the newspaper, and I searched for it on youtube almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mika Brzenzinski, you have my profoundest respect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VdNcCcweL0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6VdNcCcweL0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings about the two co-presenters. On one hand, they seemed like they were trying to prevent the situation from being too tense, keeping it light. On the other, they were quite patronizing by being absolute jerks with regards to the whole thing. Maybe they were scared about being fired or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7136466769232358858?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7136466769232358858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7136466769232358858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7136466769232358858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7136466769232358858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-more-to-life-than.html' title='There&apos;s more to life than......'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-2893387106744951074</id><published>2007-06-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T08:36:40.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag ver. 3.0 - this time it's for charity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yes, another tag. But this time it’s for a good cause. Found out about it from Kit. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The rule is:&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you are tagged, you need to write an entry related to the meme. At the end of your entry you just need to tag as many person as you like. You will then leave a comment in their blog to let them know they have been tagged. And to include this message, &lt;strong&gt;"By doing this meme you are contributing rm127 to the Darul Izzah Orphanage".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;For more info please go to &lt;a href="http://bakpo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bakpo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; . The author of the blog (Mr. Idham) will contribute &lt;b style=""&gt;RM127 on the behalf of every person who does the meme.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I won't be tagging anyone in particular for this one, I feel that I should give you the choice to do it or otherwise. If you decide to do this, please remember to do it by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26th August 2007&lt;/span&gt;, and leave a msg on Mr. Idham's blog to let him know you've done it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(**Edit : the dateline has been moved forwards to the end of July. So if you wish to join in do it before that date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It doesn't take too long, we've all done longer surveys / questionnaires / memes. So why not join in?    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here’s mine:&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;*******************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1)&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A person is only as good as &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;how he treats other people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Friendship is always &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;important when two people decide to spend the rest of their lives  together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;To love is to &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;open yourself to the other person, wholly, although it leaves you very vulnerable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4)&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Money makes me - &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;actually, it doesn’t make me feel anything. I try to live within my means. As long as I have enough, I’m happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5)&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I miss &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the times when we (family) go on trips. Just us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6) &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;My way of saying I care is by &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;fussing over people, doing things for them. I’ve lately learned to say “I love you”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I try to spread love and happiness by &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;smiling at people, even strangers (no, not the ‘come hither’ kind of smile, the friendly kind). The human touch is also very powerful. I do this especially to patients.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8)&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Pick the flowers when &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;you can, and give them to another to brighten up their day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9)&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To love someone is to &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;accept him/her as he/she is. Never be blind to faults, but sometimes it helps to close one eye.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;10)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Beauty is &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;in the eyes of the beholder. I believe this strongly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;11)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;When I was thirteen, what I remember the most was &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;getting my first ever letter from an unknown boy from another school. It really scared the heck out of me! (Takut mak marah…but when I told her, she just laughed and told me to keep it. It really changed the way I looked at my mom..from then on I realized that she was also my friend, not just my mom)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;12)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;When I was twenty-one, I remember &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;not being able to vote because I was overseas. (Hahahah!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;13)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I am most happy when &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I’m surrounded by family. Or with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;14)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Nothing makes me happier than &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;when I feel I’m needed. Sounds strange, huh? I didn’t realize it before. But it’s true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;15)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If I can change one thing, I will change – &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;actually, I don’t want to change anything. Even the bad. I’m sure things happen for a reason, and I can only pray that we have the strength to overcome those obstacles, and emerge stronger at the end of those trials.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;16)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If smiles were &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;the cure to all worries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;then I &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;would offer it to everyone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;17)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Wouldn’t it be nice if we could &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;settle all conflicts by talking through them. Then there won’t be needless killings and suffering in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;18)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If you want to &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;get things done your way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;then you have to &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;do them yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;19)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Money is not everything but &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;having enough takes your worries away. If you have a bit more then you can share the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;20)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The most touching moments I have experienced is &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Azureen (my niece) getting up from her playthings and tried to rub my back when I muttered having ‘sakit belakang’. Having a 2 year-old rubbing your back isn’t very effective, but I was touched by the gesture nonetheless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;21)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I smile &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ever I think of Azureen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;22)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;When I am happy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;smile and laugh a lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;23)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If only I don’t have to &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;pack all my things to ship back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;then &lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I’d enjoy my last few weeks in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; more.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;24)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The best thing I did yesterday was &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;talk to a lonely elderly lady.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;25)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;If I ever write a book, I will give it this title, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;“Never lose your sense of humour. No matter what.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;26)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;One thing I must do before I die is &lt;i style=""&gt;– &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;hmmm..I have to think about this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;27)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Doing this meme, I feel like &lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I’m contributing to a bigger cause. Kudos to Mr. Idham for coming up with this! (And may Allah bless you for what you’re doing)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2893387106744951074?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2893387106744951074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=2893387106744951074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2893387106744951074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2893387106744951074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag-ver-30-this-time-its-for-charity.html' title='Tag ver. 3.0 - this time it&apos;s for charity'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-4803461237626081692</id><published>2007-06-21T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:48:15.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you up for the challenge?</title><content type='html'>Got tagged by Kit. And I think the game's kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works. I'm gonna put my music player in shuffle mode, take the first 25 songs and post a line or two for each song, not making it too obvious (well, I'll try). So if you think you know the song, make a guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you can identify them. And the song will be crossed out when someone gives the correct answer. Let's begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm actually gonna do Malay and English songs for this one. Have lots in different languages, don't want to make a fool out of myself trying to spell some of the words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1) With eyes that knows the darkness in my soul // And how you've suffered for your sanity &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Vincent by Don McLean : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Take a look in the mirror and I see what you're doing to me // Everyday I try and I try and I try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  That's all, and that's no joke // These guys don't appreciate I'm broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) You been spreading lies that I was untrue // You're gonna be sorry you were ever born - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;My Boyfriend's Back by The Angels : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Through the years as the fire starts to mellow // Burning lines in the book of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Bawalah pesanku ini kepada dia yang kucintai // Engkau bisikkan lah yang aku akan kembali menyempurnakan segala janji - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Bulan dan Juga Angin by P Ramlee &amp; Normadiah : katakbesar  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;(katakbesar - I give this one to you, coz I never thought anyone would guess this one :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) You might need time to think it over // I'll ease your mind if you give me the chance - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Meraba aku dalam kelam // Ada kerdipan ada sinar - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Kau Ilhamku by Man Bai : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  But I've got all I want when it comes to loving you //  You're the love that rescues me when the cold winds rage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Want to breathe, can't find air // Well maybe you should know just how it feels - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Left Outside Alone by Anastacia : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I knew how much we had, I've always been so glad // I've learned what love's about, by loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Tanpamu sepinya waktu merantai hati // Tanpa dirimu aku merasa hilang - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dealova by Once : katakbesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I kept my distance but you still catch my eye // Well it's been a year it doesn't surprise me - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Last Christmas by Human Nature : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) It's your happiness that matters most of all // Just remember, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)   Hari demi hari ku tetap menanti // Seringkali terjadi bila kau disisi - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Manisnya Senyumanmu by Elite : katakbesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Well, it's three o'clock in the morning // Well, I hate to leave you, baby - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goodnight Sweetheart by Rockapella : Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)  Aku adalah aku, nyanyi lagu yang rindu // Di sini aku berdiri - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Misteri Mimpi Syakila by Wings : katakbesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Thought I was alone with no one to hold // This feeling's like no other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I saw you smiling at me // Close enough for me to feel your heart beating fast - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Eyes on Me by Faye Wong : AmyDoll&lt;/span&gt; (ehehe I think I know why you're laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) When those girls start hangin' around, talkin' me down // Hear with your heart and ya won't hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) In a restless world like this is // Seem to cool in the warmth of the soon - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When I Fall In Love by Celine Dion and Clive Griffin : Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) You hang on every word I say but the truth sounds like a lie // Let another round begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Bagai kau di depan mata // Bila tersedar semula, disisiku kau tiada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)   The gentle way you look at me // You've given me the freedom no other love has known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)  It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon // I'm turning my head up and down -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; Lemon Tree by Fool's Garden : katakbesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I know, I'm being too obvious with some of them, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know Google is very useful. Let's not take the fun out of the whole thing, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-4803461237626081692?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4803461237626081692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=4803461237626081692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/4803461237626081692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/4803461237626081692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-up-for-challenge.html' title='Are you up for the challenge?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-7864595066758556814</id><published>2007-06-08T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:08:05.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play 'tag'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, another tag! This time it's from Kit. So let's begin right away, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer One: On the Outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt; Azhani Akmar Izhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Formal name:&lt;/span&gt; Hani Izhar (I prefer this one somehow, mostly because not many people can pronounce my name properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casual name:&lt;/span&gt; Hani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthdate: &lt;/span&gt;November 6, 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current status:&lt;/span&gt; Status of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eye color:&lt;/span&gt; Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/span&gt; Shocking pink with neon highlights (hehe..xdela..dark brown)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Righty or Lefty:&lt;/span&gt; Left! (although sometimes I forget that I'm left-handed and get confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Two: On the Inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My heritage: &lt;/span&gt;Bugis + Melayu minangkabau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My fears:&lt;/span&gt; I have quite a few, and then some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My weaknesses:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate; Azureen (hehe); roses, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My perfect pizza: &lt;/span&gt;Hmm I'm not really a fan of Italian food. But my favourite is Pizza Hut's Island Supreme. Not THE perfect pizza, but the best I can come up with at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My thoughts first thing when I wake up:&lt;/span&gt; What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My bedtime:&lt;/span&gt; Nowadays after 2.30 a.m. - have to wait for Subuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My most missed memory:&lt;/span&gt; Forms 4&amp;5, years in Banting, anytime with 'him'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Four: My picks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke: &lt;/span&gt;Don't do carbonated drinks. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonald's or Burger King:&lt;/span&gt; Not a fan of either. Burger King, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/span&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adidas or Nike: &lt;/span&gt;Don't do either. No preference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tea or Nestea:&lt;/span&gt; Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cappucino or Coffee:&lt;/span&gt; Cappucino. With a bit of cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Five: Do I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smoke:&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curse: &lt;/span&gt;Not usually, although I did mutter an expletive yesterday when I got a splinter in my finger. Caught me by surprise, that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take a shower:&lt;/span&gt; 'Course I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have a crush: &lt;/span&gt;Hehe I can't answer this without getting into trouble. Actually, no one (else)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think I've Been In love:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I do, I have, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Want to get married:&lt;/span&gt; Even if I didn't I have people who'd pester me to do so (read : PARENTS!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in myself:&lt;/span&gt; Yes I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think I'm a health freak:&lt;/span&gt; The words 'Health freak' &amp; 'Hani Izhar' are antonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Six: In the past month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drank alcohol:&lt;/span&gt; Nope. Never had. Unless you take into account the alcohol gel that accidentally got into my mouth in hospital (bleahhhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone to the mall:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been on stage: &lt;/span&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eaten Sushi:&lt;/span&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dyed your hair: &lt;/span&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Seven: Have I ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Played a stripping game:&lt;/span&gt; Nope. Haven't had the inclination to. Yet. (eheheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Changed who I am to fit in: &lt;/span&gt;Not that I can recall. I usually don't really care. People either accept me as I am or they're free to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Eight: Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am hoping to be married: &lt;/span&gt;Before 60 would be nice....&lt;br /&gt;(Laaaa...satu soalan je ke?? The person who did this questionnaire sure didn't have much imagination!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Nine: What was I doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 min ago: &lt;/span&gt;Looked out the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 hour ago:&lt;/span&gt; Kickboxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.5 hours ago: &lt;/span&gt;Had Life Support course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 month ago:&lt;/span&gt; Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 year ago:&lt;/span&gt; Nothing earth-shattering, or else I'd remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Ten: Finish The Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love:&lt;/span&gt; the sound &amp; smell of rain early in the morning when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel:&lt;/span&gt; I'm ready to graduate and move on to the next phase of my life. At the same time, a bit apprehensive about the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate:&lt;/span&gt; it when I'm not given the privilege to decide what goes on in my life (can also be day-to-day things). If you give me options and the freedom to decide, I'm less likely to fight you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hide:&lt;/span&gt; when I have mood swings/get angry. To avoid doing/saying things I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need:&lt;/span&gt; to stop obsessing about the 'Chand Sifarish' song. It's all I listen to for the last 1 week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Layer Eleven: Tag 5 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yatt, Peah, Niesa, and sesape lagi nak buat, buat la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7864595066758556814?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7864595066758556814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7864595066758556814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7864595066758556814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7864595066758556814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-play-tag.html' title='Let&apos;s play &apos;tag&apos;'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-372567812270511813</id><published>2007-06-03T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:08:00.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"If the moon was to recommend me.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched the hindi movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanaa&lt;/span&gt; a couple of days ago. Haven't seen a bollywood movie for...oh,  quite sometime. Mostly because I don't have the stamina anymore to sit down for 3 hours to watch something, and also I feel that the hindi movies nowadays are the kind you can't watch while you're baby-sitting your niece (yeah...I've taken the roles of the censorship board where my niece is concerned..that's why all she watches is Playhouse Disney and the news and Discovery channel..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off on a tangent quite a bit there. Anyway, back to the topic. The word 'fanaa' means 'destruction' in Hindi, or 'annihilation' in Arabic, according to Wikipedia. The word carried many meanings in the movie, and was mentioned several times in the dialogue as well as the songs. The storyline of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanaa&lt;/span&gt; was very much like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dil Se&lt;/span&gt;, but with the male and females roles reversed. While with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dil Se&lt;/span&gt; I didn't feel like watching it after the first 10 minutes (sorry, SRK!!), I was enthralled by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanaa&lt;/span&gt; from the start to the end, ESPECIALLY the first half of the movie. Quite a lot of poetry said by the main characters (some of my friends found them to be cheesy, but I felt they were quite charming).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chemistry between Aamir Khan and Kajol was so believable, I couldn't help but wish they'd worked together in more movies (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fanaa&lt;/span&gt; was the first movie they starred opposite each other, quite sometime ago they acted together in the movie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ishq&lt;/span&gt;, although paired with different people). Aamir Khan carried his role so well that I'm convinced that Shah Rukh Khan couldn't have done it with the same calibre (ack, sorry again, SRK! I love you as an actor very much, but it's true). After a 4-year hiatus from acting Kajol returned to the silver screen with this movie, reminding us why we thought of her as one of the best actresses of her generation. She was simply mesmerising and in her element for this movie. There is no one like her. So it was only natural that she won Best Actress at the Filmfare awards. And I've just got to mention the boy who played their son, he was so adorable! Managed to make me sigh wistfully a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The songs were beautiful, one of the best collaboration by the Jatin-Lalit pair, with Prasoon Joshi as the lyricist. My favourite is 'Chand Sifarish', sung by Rehan (Aamir Khan) to the blind Zooni (Kajol) in the movie. I loved the intro music in particular, reminded me a little bit of A.R. Rahman's song in the movie Swades (which was also awesome, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the movie my focus was mainly on the love story, not so much on the ter*rorism bit, although it was a bit unsettling the fact that they showed KLIA as a place of transit for Aamir Khan en route to Bangkok for one of his 'missions', showing the MAS crew at the check-in counter a Malaysian passport, no less! Just an issue I have with regards to the movie. Anyway, moving on again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of the movie wasn't the typical ending of Bollywood movies. With a movie title meaning 'destruction', what would you expect? Still, it was one of the few movies that moved me, can't remember how long it's been since it last happened. Definitely worth a watch for anyone who has an afternoon to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you might wonder, what's with the title of this entry? It's the first line to the song 'Chand Sifarish'. The video is posted below. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Jnnx7E1OV8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Jnnx7E1OV8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addendum&lt;/span&gt; : The subtitles for the songs in the video sounded somewhat suggestive, I'm sure the real meaning was lost in translation. I found a better one (which I prefer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="gut"&gt;Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah&lt;br /&gt;Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord be praised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chand Sifarish Jo Karta Humaari Deta Woh Tumko Bataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moon, while giving us its blessings tells you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmo Haya Ke Parde Giraake Karni Hai Humko Khata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to drop the veil of modesty and transgress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zid Hai Ab To Khudh Ko Mitaana Hona Hai Tujh Mein Fanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm determined to obliterate myself and get destroyed (in your love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chand Sifarish Jo Karta Humaari Deta Woh Tumko Bataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moon, while giving us its blessings tells you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmo Haya Ke Parde Giraake Karni Hai Humko Khata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to drop the veil of modesty and transgress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri Ada Bhi Hai Jhonke Wali Chu Ke Guzar Jaane De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your charm is like a breeze which touches me and passes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri Lachak Hai Ke Jaise Daali Dil Mein Uthar Jaane De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're as supple as a young branch, which moves me no end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaja Baahon Mein Kar Ke Bahaana Hona Hai Tujh Mein Fanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find some reason to come into my arms, let me get destroyed (in your love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chand Sifarish Jo Karta Humaari Deta Woh Tumko Bataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moon, while giving us its blessings tells you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmo Haya Ke Parde Giraake Karni Hai Humko Khata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to drop the veil of modesty and transgress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah&lt;br /&gt;Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah Subahnallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord be praised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Jo Iraade Bataa Doon Tumko Sharma Hi Jaaogi Tum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I tell you my intentions it'll make you bashful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhadkanein Jo Suna Doon Tumko Gabrah Hi Jaaogi Tum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if I let you hear my hearbeats it'll scare you (with it's intensity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humko Aata Nahin Hai Chupaana Hona Hai Tujh Mein Fanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't hide my feelings, let me get destroyed (in your love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chand Sifarish Jo Karta Humaari Deta Woh Tumko Bataa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The moon, while giving us its blessings tells you that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharmo Haya Ke Parde Giraake Karni Hai Humko Khata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We have to drop the veil of modesty and transgress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zid Hai Ab To Khudh Ko Mitaana Hona Hai Tujh Mein Fanaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I'm determined to obliterate myself and get destroyed (in your love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10987827-372567812270511813?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/372567812270511813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=372567812270511813&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/372567812270511813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/372567812270511813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-moon-was-to-recommend-me.html' title='&quot;If the moon was to recommend me..&quot;'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-4986606680471826992</id><published>2007-05-28T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T08:13:42.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D*rink u*p m*e h*earties, y*o h*o!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, shocking isn't it? There IS life after final year exams. I never would've guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been meaning to blog more, have fantastic stories to tell. But then again, I've always told fantastic stories full of wisdom and wit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...in my head only, that is. Somehow I'm always more impressive in my mind's eye. Not very consistent with what you see in real life. Ah well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, here's a summary of what's been going on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The weather was kinda 'summery' earlier this week, so I wore my new pair of wedges (kasut la...not the KFC side order). By the end of the day, my feet were crying for mercy. Sigh...one of the things I hate about new shoes...you have to wear them for a while before they become comfortable. Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Went to Waterstone's to buy some travelling guide books. Have to plan for holiday to Lake District when family comes for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Early last week and the week before that, the weather was kinda warm. And I had a mini crisis - I had NO summer clothes at all, only formal blouses to go for firms! Left them all at home, forgot that I would need some over here (was a bit over zealous in trying to bring as little as possible to London after my elective break). Neways, I went shopping and got some clothes, and guess what happened? The weather's been chilly ever since!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 : At World's End (AWE). Enjoyed the story, although I like Dead Man's Chest best of the three. Won't spoil the movie for those who haven't seen it, but DO stay until after the credits coz there's something extra. I didn't, and only found out about it when I wikipedia-ed the movie to read the synopsis. Due to the editing of the movie I felt that there were a couple of things not explained clearly, but hey, as it was, AWE was already almost 3 hours long. And I think if you see the three movies back-to-back then some of the things would make more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I got a new toy! Sandisk Sansa e280. Said to be the ipod nano killer. Double the thickness of nano so it's not too flimsy, it's a flash drive compared to nano's hard drive. Can play videos, has FM radio (American version, that is. The UK version doesn't have this feature. Mine's American), expandable up to another 2gb on top of the original 8gb. In short, I'm a happy camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly what you'd call a summary, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-4986606680471826992?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/4986606680471826992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=4986606680471826992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/4986606680471826992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/4986606680471826992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/drink-up-me-hearties-yo-ho.html' title='D*rink u*p m*e h*earties, y*o h*o!'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-592736779523862243</id><published>2007-05-18T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T09:51:12.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Setelah lama ku cari, akhirnya ketemu jua.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;....lagu dari filem 'Musang Berjanggut' dibintangi oleh P. Ramlee dan Saadiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memula memang tak tau tajuk lagu, cari punya cari akhirnya terjumpa kat YouTube (mmg bagusla website nih! Macam2 ada...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of the song is 'Jangan Adik Angan-Angan', sung by Allahyarham P. Ramlee and Rahmah Rahmat. I think it's one of the most beautiful songs  by P. Ramlee, although it's not quite as popular as his other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the video. Sesiapa yang ada lagu ni, please please please let me know..I'd like to have it. Many thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Amaran : sesiapa yang rasa dirinya 'allergik' kepada adegan2 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chenta&lt;/span&gt; filem Melayu lama, korang tutup mata la ye. I have to say though, those were innocent times. The most they did was tunduk tersipu-sipu malu &amp; berbalas pantun. Kalau compare dengan zaman sekarang......aih...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JCvRdxx3Oc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JCvRdxx3Oc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~...~Jangan Adik Angan-Angan~...~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="vidDescRemain"&gt;Jangan-janganlah adik angan-angan&lt;br /&gt;Merayau ke alam impian&lt;br /&gt;Duduk termenung kesepian&lt;br /&gt;Tiada teman&lt;br /&gt;Tujuh gunung lautan-lautan&lt;br /&gt;Sembilan lautan ala intan&lt;br /&gt;Umpan kutabur dah makan&lt;br /&gt;Ikan dah makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagai-bagailah mana indah syurga&lt;br /&gt;Bertaman bunga aneka rupa&lt;br /&gt;Kalau si bunga tak dijaga&lt;br /&gt;Terkulai juga&lt;br /&gt;Dari hari purnama-purnama&lt;br /&gt;Sehingga purnama ala nyawa&lt;br /&gt;Bunga menanti pawana&lt;br /&gt;Dihembus pawana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyian: P Ramlee &amp;amp; Rahmah Rahmat&lt;br /&gt;Senilagu: P Ramlee&lt;br /&gt;Senikata: S Sudarmaji&lt;br /&gt;Filem : Musang Berjanggut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-592736779523862243?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/592736779523862243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=592736779523862243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/592736779523862243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/592736779523862243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/setelah-lama-ku-cari-akhirnya-ketemu.html' title='Setelah lama ku cari, akhirnya ketemu jua.....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7915913963906754828</id><published>2007-05-17T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:53:49.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..............................(PART 2)</title><content type='html'>I OBJECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't even sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Current mood : Frust menonggeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7915913963906754828?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7915913963906754828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7915913963906754828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7915913963906754828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7915913963906754828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/part-2.html' title='..............................(PART 2)'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-87142160264434742</id><published>2007-05-17T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T10:39:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda Doolittle was voted off American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuuuuupid people. Can't even vote properly. !@%*&amp;amp;^%#$!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pls excuse the language, it's half three in the morning, and I actually stayed up to find out the results via live blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparks vs Lewis. Why bother watching the final episode?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-87142160264434742?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/87142160264434742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=87142160264434742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/87142160264434742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/87142160264434742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='.............................'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7181538186608403518</id><published>2007-05-14T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:41:22.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'5'</title><content type='html'>5 years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fancy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to many, many more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7181538186608403518?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7181538186608403518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7181538186608403518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/5.html' title='&apos;5&apos;'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-9092356216460248490</id><published>2007-05-11T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:50:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenapa mahu menjadi doktor?</title><content type='html'>Found a very interesting article on the internet. 'Kenapa mahu menjadi doktor?' To read, click &lt;a href="http://saifulislam.com/?p=402"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most us who have come to the end of the road of medical school, perhaps it's too late to turn back. And yet, it is something we must reflect upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are considering medicine as a career, there are a few more issues you have to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-9092356216460248490?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9092356216460248490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=9092356216460248490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9092356216460248490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9092356216460248490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/kenapa-mahu-menjadi-doktor.html' title='Kenapa mahu menjadi doktor?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-8609969006119620431</id><published>2007-05-10T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:15:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What drives me absolutely bonkers....</title><content type='html'>The sound of water dripping from the tap of the sink in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgh it's so annoying! I keep getting up from my chair trying to turn the darn tap off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-8609969006119620431?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8609969006119620431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=8609969006119620431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8609969006119620431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8609969006119620431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-drives-me-absolutely-bonkers.html' title='What drives me absolutely bonkers....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-734240898248484956</id><published>2007-05-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T09:31:27.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Medical Specialty is for You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The medical specialty for you is.... &lt;span style=";font-size:6;color:red;"  &gt;OB/GYN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OB/GYN is the best of all specialties. As an OB/GYN, you have chosen one of the most noble fields in medicine. You will work longer hours than a surgeon, but without the high pay. But you will still do it because you have a passion for the field. And after you rush to the hospital at 3 in the morning for the third night in a row to deliver a baby, the parents will turn around and sue you if there were any unforeseeable complications, which is why your insurance rates are so ridiculously high. Come to think of it, OB/GYN?? What were you thinking? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To find out what specialty best fits your unique personality, go to: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/iqhometest/doctorb.html"&gt;What Medical Specialty Is For You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh boy......am I ready for this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-734240898248484956?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/734240898248484956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=734240898248484956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/734240898248484956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/734240898248484956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahahahahahaha-erkim-so-not-ready.html' title='What Medical Specialty is for You?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-1743281250815860681</id><published>2007-05-07T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T03:10:32.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Got hooked on American Idol when I was back in Malaysia doing my medical elective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, it's down to the last four :&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 191px; height: 142px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/blake_lewis.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blake Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/lakisha.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lakisha Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/jordin.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/melinda.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melinda Doolittle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, back in London, watching the show is not an option for me, so I've been depending on YouTube and Google to find out abt the latest news/performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake Lewis is quite okay, and although vocally he's not the strongest competitor, he has a lot of originality. His beat-boxing of Bon Jovi's 'You Give Love A Bad Name' last week was a courageous attempt, which I thought sounded very fresh. I think he'd do very well in writing/producing songs. Although he won't win American Idol, he'll add something new to the music scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakisha Jones? She's a great singer, and if other singers like Melinda or Jordin weren't around, she could win AI. But she lacks personality, nothing to endear her to the audience. That's gonna cost her. In fact, I think she's most likely to make the exit this coming show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks is, in my opinion, one of the two best singers, apart from Melinda Doolittle. Sparks is 17, and can sing all right, although her songs sound a bit too saccharine for my taste. She may even win American Idol, mostly because people think she has the whole package (talent as well as looks, not to mention that she's really young; a fact that Randy Jackson keeps pushing into our faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite? Melinda Doolittle, without any doubt. She has great vocals, can sing ABSOLUTELY anything (yeah, she even nailed the Bon Jovi night!). Someone said that if she sang the phone directory it would still sound fabulous. And I agree! To top it off, she has a down-to-earth personality. She comes across as a shy person, but when she starts singing, she has a different persona. She's destined to be among the great singers and entertainers. Simply amazing. She deserves to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it all depends on the viewers' votes. The Americans messed up a bit by keeping someone undeserving on the show for so long (read : Sanjaya) but they mostly got it right. Right now I have more faith in them than Malaysians who vote for their idols without any regard for talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two weeks' time, all will be revealed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, here's Melinda's latest performance. This woman is unstoppable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyEEFNKJ7Dk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NyEEFNKJ7Dk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: Jon Bon Jovi is actually 45! Darn, he looks like a man in his early thirties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1743281250815860681?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1743281250815860681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1743281250815860681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1743281250815860681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1743281250815860681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-78272534171038301</id><published>2007-05-05T07:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T08:06:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman's Back!</title><content type='html'>No, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not a big spiderman fan. But I did watch Spiderman 1, 2; and today 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall the movie was good entertainment. It was quite nice watching it at the cinema, where there were lots of people to laugh along with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say though, Spiderman's the geekiest, nerdiest hero ever. Don't know what Mary Jane saw in him. And he was quite full of himself in this movie (those were the comic moments, but there were times when I felt like slapping him on the head).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the movie : James Franco (who played Harry Osborn). Now THAT'S really a....really a...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;... *dreamy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm human too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we're not on the same continent...(LOL....ada hati lagi tu...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addendum : I have to declare here that I'll be over James Franco by tomorrow (or else I might get into trouble hehe). &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is just a passing phase. &lt;/span&gt;Just enjoying it while it lasts. At the end of the day there's ONLY ONE PERSON. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Capiche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ack, that's almost a romantic declaration. God save us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-78272534171038301?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/78272534171038301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=78272534171038301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/78272534171038301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/78272534171038301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/05/spidermans-back.html' title='Spiderman&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-8043288357899537996</id><published>2007-05-01T04:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T04:19:30.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>You know what is nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing work - no, that's not the nice bit..wait for it.. - while listening to songs you grow up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last couple of days, I found several websites with loads (and when I say loads, I mean LOADS tahap super gaban) of Malay songs. Lots of lagu melayu lama, e.g. songs by R. Azmi, Normadiah, even the soundtrack to 'Marah marah sayang'!! (anyone remember this movie??). Been downloading like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found lots of lagu pengantin (NO, it's not my time yet, but I like those songs because they're so fun. Also reminds me of the days when my cousins got married..good times they were..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, sesape nak lagu orang kawin, just let me know! (Come on...you know you want to *grins*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-8043288357899537996?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8043288357899537996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=8043288357899537996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8043288357899537996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8043288357899537996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-2395530988734269528</id><published>2007-04-29T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:01:28.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool, cool doowop</title><content type='html'>Watch this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love LOVE how well their voices blend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the good 'ol times in secondary school....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can tell me where I can find the mp3/album, I'll give you ANYTHING you want!! (Within reason, that is. I'm not THAT silly. But I AM close to being desperate....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5yXwfMrh6g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h5yXwfMrh6g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2395530988734269528?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2395530988734269528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=2395530988734269528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2395530988734269528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2395530988734269528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/cool-cool-doowop.html' title='Cool, cool doowop'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-6530860357494784773</id><published>2007-04-24T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:02:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of your life (shower acapella)</title><content type='html'>Been surfing youtube for acapella groups. Love acapella songs. Came across a group, 'The Randy Bandits'. Their original song 'Story of your life' is very fresh, very fun (if you like acapella). Thought I'd post it here. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, they sang the song in the shower. Better acoustics I guess. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0E4QNE-NEU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R0E4QNE-NEU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-6530860357494784773?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6530860357494784773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=6530860357494784773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6530860357494784773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6530860357494784773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/story-of-your-life-shower-acapella.html' title='Story of your life (shower acapella)'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-5282268074260073799</id><published>2007-04-17T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T02:26:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of something new</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first day of SSM (Selected Study Module). I'm doing Perinatal and Paediatric Pathology for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a post mortem on a 24 week old baby in the morning. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. After lunch, the Specialist Registrar showed me quite a few slides of tissue samples from babies and placentas. And I made a new discovery. One can get motion sickness looking down the microscope as the pathologist moves the slide from side to side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found a healthier way to de-stress. Instead of moping and moaning all the time, I do kickboxing. Does wonders to all the pent-up rage. I seriously recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5282268074260073799?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5282268074260073799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5282268074260073799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5282268074260073799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5282268074260073799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/start-of-something-new.html' title='Start of something new'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-8683949212179917529</id><published>2007-04-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:28:21.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First entry in London after almost 8 weeks in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a very good flight. When Abah bought the ticket I was allocated a window seat. I hate window seats. Managed to change it to an aisle seat when I checked in at the airport. When I went to the gate to enter the waiting lounge the guy told me my seat was changed. He wrote  '17A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window seat again. Just my luck. I was about to protest, then I saw him writing 'UPGD GCCL' (i.e. upgrade to Golden Club Class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehe. Naib baik tak sempat cakap pape, silap2 dia tukar balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got an upgrade!! My 3rd time these last 5 years. Someone up there likes me! (Rezeki..alhamdulillah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time around, I don't know why, tetiba rasa macam &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jakun&lt;/span&gt; pulak. I sat beside a Chinese lady. She seemed so at ease, as if she flew Business Class all the time (won't be surprised if she did).  Felt a bit clumsy sitting beside her, especially during mealtimes. There she was beside me, sitting with her back straight, eating nasi lemak with such timing it looked like a dance from the corner of my eye (well I couldn't blatantly stare at her, kan?). Me? Well, at first my head got confused by the different types of knives and forks they gave. Then I mentally cursed when I had difficulties handling the prawns (they did peel the prawns save the end bit..that was where I had the problem). When they gave soft rolls I was unsure how to eat them (should I cut into half then spread the butter? Or should I not bother and eat whatever way I want?). I was worried that if I didn't meet the standards of a Business Class passenger, they'd banish me to the Economy Class where I belonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds ridiculous, huh? My exact thoughts. And yet I actually felt like an awkward schoolgirl. Strangest feeling for a 24 year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, here I'm back again in London, nasib baik tak jet-lagged. I slept 3 hours the night before flying, and then slept on the plane using UK timing. Didn't actually plan it, it just happened that way - and it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a bit of grocery shopping today and spring-cleaned my room a bit. It was really dusty! And I hate wall-to-wall carpeting. With a passion. What's left to do is to sit down and do my elective report. Starting my SSM (Selected Study Module) on Monday, I'll be doing Paediatric and Perinatal Pathology for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from Azlin, all the other Malaysians are still at home and won't come back for another month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a bit lonesome I think, but I've got 120Gb's worth of anime to watch! So it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my previous entries, you'd notice that I was a bit down. I'm quite ok now, I think I went through a period of PMS or something. Seriously, I never had PMS before 6 months ago, didn't even believe in it, but I can tell you now, it's real. During those times my mood swings got so terrible, I started thinking and feeling and saying things that was out of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either it's PMS, or I'm going crazy. I'd prefer the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing Azureen already. Abang Onny sms-ed me and said she asked "Mana Mak Ngah? Een nak Mak Ngah, Abah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_2106a.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhuhu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takpe, only 3 months to go. And then I'll be back for good, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-8683949212179917529?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8683949212179917529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=8683949212179917529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8683949212179917529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8683949212179917529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-again.html' title='Back again'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-2110752190230356002</id><published>2007-04-05T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:41:33.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been myself of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could tell someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2110752190230356002?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2110752190230356002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=2110752190230356002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2110752190230356002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2110752190230356002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/havent-been-myself-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-9143869361467107747</id><published>2007-04-01T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:10:50.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fickle mind</title><content type='html'>What if you're the kind who knows what you want in life (or so you thought) and so dead sure about things, and then you wake up one day wanting something else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this 'something else' may or may not be real; may be something tangible or just a passing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you're tired of being so predictable, and you want to break the monotony. Maybe a change would be welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if that change would rearrange your whole universe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or what if it IS a passing fancy? When are you gonna snap out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I would like to give myself a good shake and shout : "GET A GRIP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as it pains me to admit it, I'm no angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what a shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Addendum&lt;/span&gt; : I just realized it's 1st April. I must be the biggest fool of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-9143869361467107747?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9143869361467107747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=9143869361467107747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9143869361467107747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9143869361467107747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/04/fickle-mind.html' title='Fickle mind'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7153531563175939103</id><published>2007-03-28T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:24:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not...</title><content type='html'>a good person by default.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to remind myself many times in a day, that I should speak kind words, do good deeds, be thoughtful. Remind myself of who I am, and what I am.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are times when I can be completely thoughtless towards other people. I’m not proud of this at all, it usually happens when I’m not paying enough attention.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But that doesn’t mean that I’m any less sincere in my actions than other people. It’s just that I have to try harder.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve seen people where being good is like second nature to them. I wonder how they do it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7153531563175939103?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7153531563175939103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7153531563175939103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7153531563175939103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7153531563175939103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-not.html' title='I am not...'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-420210890213878135</id><published>2007-03-10T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:18:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me no questions....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;..and I'll tell you no lies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I'm not one to tell you things only to make you feel better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I prefer to say things as they are**. And I appreciate the same from others, no matter how brutal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At least that way, we'll always know where we stand.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;**Of course I'll put it nicely la. I do understand the power of a well-phrased criticism compared to a poorly delivered one that can be seen only as an insult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-420210890213878135?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/420210890213878135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=420210890213878135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/420210890213878135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/420210890213878135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/03/ask-me-no-questions.html' title='Ask me no questions....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-9052624855624523275</id><published>2007-03-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T18:15:18.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being weird..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I’m still alive.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back in Seremban for the weekend, going back to Kota Bharu early Monday morning so I can meet my elective supervisor by 9 am (hopefully)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have done 2 weeks of anaesthetics. Having a really good time, really nice doctors and nurses. Hope I’ll have lots of colleagues like them when I start working.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note, got tagged by Kit and Niesa. So here goes….&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;*****************************&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Rules : People who are tagged should write a blog post of 6 weird things about them..etc, etc. &lt;/i&gt;(The instruction’s too long, I’m sure you got the gist of it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 weird things about Hani Izhar &lt;/u&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#1 &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: I love airplane food. Don’t ask why, I just do&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#2 &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: While on a long-haul flight, no matter how many hundred movies there are to watch, I’ll always end up watching the same movie over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#3 &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: I clean my room when I get stressed. Usually in the wee hours of the morning&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#4 &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: I wash my hands with soap hundreds of times a day. Even when I’m taking my shower&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#5 &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;: I can sleep soundly even though my next door neighbour and his friends scream their lungs out while playing computer games, but the sound of water dripping from the tap against the dead silence of the night drives me crazy. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#6&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;: When it comes to movies and the music industry, I have more in common with your parents who grew up during the 50s/60s/70s. I think I was born in the wrong era. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I've actually changed this entry. Reading the original made me a bit embarassed of myself*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you do any of the things I’ve mentioned you wouldn’t think of it as weird. Everyone has his/her own little quirks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah, the rules also said that I’m supposed to tag 6 people. Most of the people I know have done it, so I’m tagging anyone else who hasn’t done it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s 11.30 p.m. I’m already sleepy. I must be getting old. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-9052624855624523275?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9052624855624523275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=9052624855624523275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9052624855624523275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9052624855624523275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-being-weird.html' title='On being weird..'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-3961930599798225260</id><published>2007-02-24T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T18:16:54.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL YEAR EXAMS : THE VERDICT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dulillah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-3961930599798225260?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3961930599798225260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=3961930599798225260&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3961930599798225260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3961930599798225260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/02/final-year-exams-verdict.html' title='FINAL YEAR EXAMS : THE VERDICT'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-6571175443042948568</id><published>2007-02-16T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T01:11:22.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a week (and one day, to be exact) since I first set foot on Malaysian soil after quite sometime (&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;okla&lt;/st1:State&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;okla&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;, 5 months and a bit, but that's a long time considering my track record).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Feels like I sat for the finals in another lifetime. It's like a distant memory (cewah). But it'll come back to haunt me; next Friday to be exact, when I get the results. Just hoping for the best.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Still in Seremban. Had to postpone my flight to Kota Bharu due to circumstances. Going on Sunday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Been spending time with Azureen. She's all grown up! Has quite an impressive repertoire of songs she can sing. In fact, she sings most of the time. Pantang tengok orang masuk bilik. She'll knock on the door and say "Mak Ngah, Een (that's what she calls herself) nak masuk Mak Ngah.." several times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Cammane org tak cair?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Also saw the movie "Cinta". Bought the original vcd**, but the somehow the quality wasn't that good. The movie looked dark for some reason, even after I changed the tv settings. Have to try it again on my laptop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will review the movie once I watch it again properly. Have to say though, despite its shortcomings it wasn't half as bad. I did have a few bones to pick after watching it yesterday night, but I thought I'd see it again before forming a fixed opinion (yeah yeah..as if the fate of the local movie industry hangs upon what I think). Besides, having a two year-old running around the living room while I was trying to watch the movie didn't help much with my concentration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On another note, the new season of Naruto has been released! Woohooo!! Punyalah lama tunggu diorang nak sambung citer tu. I hated the filler episodes. But now it's back!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;**Although I AM guilty of supporting the pirated dvd industry (or anything I can get from the internet) for some reason I always make it a point to buy original vcds of local productions. Maybe because they don't do them on dvds (I may be wrong, forgive my ignorance) and pirated vcds are just bad (in all aspects). Original vcds are affordable enough, I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-6571175443042948568?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/6571175443042948568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=6571175443042948568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6571175443042948568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/6571175443042948568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-week-and-one-day-to-be-exact.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-5290893899761841908</id><published>2007-01-24T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:15:33.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One down....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Three to go.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had my EMQs+SBAs (extended matching questions + single best answers) papers last Monday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alhamdulillah, they weren't too bad. Hope it's not a case of overconfidence on my part (as they say, pride cometh before a fall).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gonna have OSCEs 5th-7th February. Have to brush up on my clinical skills.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neways, went shopping yesterday. Had some stuff to buy to bring back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. And I also bought this :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/el190x538banner2up.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love love LOVE the scent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm not usually a fan of perfumes. Whenever I walk through the perfume section in any department store I'd walk as fast as I can. And I don't fancy standing beside a person who smells like he/she just had a perfume bath. I get headaches, see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But Pure White Linen has a very clean and crisp smell. Not overwhelming at all. To be honest, it gives the kind of freshness you get when you smell a newly-laundered piece of clothing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It IS the fragrance to live in all year long. *sigh*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For more info about the scent, click &lt;a href="http://www.esteelauder.co.uk/templates/products/sp_nonshaded.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CAT4938&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=PROD70621" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5290893899761841908?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5290893899761841908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5290893899761841908&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5290893899761841908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5290893899761841908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-down.html' title='One down....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-8957914998173055895</id><published>2007-01-18T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T05:47:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stumbled upon  something when I was surfing. Struck a few chords and pulled a few heart strings. Best reminder one can receive, or give to another person. To view the original post, click &lt;a href="http://nomrad.wordpress.com/2006/12/21/another-graduation-speech-that-i-would-have-loved-to-give/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Or you can just read it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nomrad.wordpress.com/2006/12/21/another-graduation-speech-that-i-would-have-loved-to-give/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: Another graduation speech that I would have loved to give…"&gt;Another graduation speech that I would have loved to give…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Wear sunscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Floss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Stretch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Live in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York City&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northern California&lt;/st1:place&gt; once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: normal;"&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~ Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-8957914998173055895?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/8957914998173055895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=8957914998173055895&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8957914998173055895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/8957914998173055895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/01/sound-advice.html' title='Sound advice'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-5693696007724457820</id><published>2007-01-16T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T01:24:36.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the month</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the soundtrack of Shrek 2 when a song caught my fancy. It's titled "You Belong to Me" sung by Jason Wade of Lifehouse with a guitar as accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turned out, the song's been around for quite sometime (1952!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not THAT surprised actually. Old songs are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Belong to Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the pyramids around the Nile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch the sun rise from the tropic isle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just remember darling all the while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You belong to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the market place in old Algiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send me photographs and souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just remember when a dream appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You belong to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just remember till you're home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You belong to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just remember till you're home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-5693696007724457820?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/5693696007724457820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=5693696007724457820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5693696007724457820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/5693696007724457820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-of-month.html' title='Song of the month'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-1435174552402342144</id><published>2007-01-13T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T02:25:34.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress reliever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/stressreduction.gif" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1435174552402342144?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1435174552402342144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1435174552402342144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1435174552402342144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1435174552402342144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/01/stress-reliever.html' title='Stress reliever'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-3732251787844233910</id><published>2007-01-11T05:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T07:02:34.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First entry of 2007</title><content type='html'>It is ten days overdue, but HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a quick note. Apologies for being quiet lately. Am in the midst of preparation for the final exams. Written exam on 22nd Jan, and then OSCE exams (that's practical exams to you) 5th-7th February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on February 10th, I'm flying home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you won't hear much from me until then. After that date, if you still don't hear anything, it is safe to assume any of the statements below :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) I totally burned out that I didn't even make it to the final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) Due to my ghastly performance I arrested (cardiac, respiratory, whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;c) Exams went fine, and I'm celebrating my brains out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jokes aside, please pray that everything goes well for me. This is my final hurdle in med school, and I have to do justice to all the taxpayers' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, have a good year, everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-3732251787844233910?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/3732251787844233910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=3732251787844233910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3732251787844233910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/3732251787844233910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-entry-of-2007_5359.html' title='First entry of 2007'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-7342067412760612639</id><published>2006-12-30T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T04:11:08.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had the best Christmas break ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I've to strap myself to the chair and revise like there's no tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-7342067412760612639?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/7342067412760612639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=7342067412760612639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7342067412760612639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/7342067412760612639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/howdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-2304729689188957437</id><published>2006-12-19T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T04:16:49.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No space for teh tarik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/n_spaceproject.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if you can read that. I almost can't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read the article&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/18/nation/16350473&amp;sec=nation&amp;amp;focus=1" target="_blank"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, well, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We DO have decent experiments to perform in space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I'm not going to say "I knew that...they can't be REALLY playing batu seremban and making teh tarik.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My uncle mentioned in his blog about the dangers of light-hearted statements made in jest being misquoted by the press.&lt;/p&gt;The person who made the statement may well had been misquoted. I do hope, for everyone's sake, that this was the case. Being misquoted is one thing, but I guess one's got to be careful not to make such comments in the first place. Look at how ridiculous we looked in the eyes of foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-2304729689188957437?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/2304729689188957437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=2304729689188957437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2304729689188957437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/2304729689188957437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-space-for-teh-tarik.html' title='No space for teh tarik'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-9034673950580553054</id><published>2006-12-16T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T09:36:01.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidentiality issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I started my 2-week GP rotation last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been a good experience so far, the GPs are excellent teachers. I have, however, ruled out general practice as a career option (reasons why will be discussed another time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, as I was entering the consultation room today (yesterday actually, since it's already Saturday), I bumped into a friend, who's also a medical student in my year. She was a patient registered under the GP surgery, and I guess she came in for a consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I went back home later in the day I mentioned to another friend that I saw so-and-so at the surgery. Only just a few moments ago I realized I've breached confidentiality; revealing a patient to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every patient has a right to confidentiality. This includes his/her identity and anything discussed during a consultation. Health professionals have the duty to protect this and reveal to no one except those involved in the patient's care. This responsibility holds true even after the patient's death. Only in certain circumstances can the patient's information be revealed, e.g. if required by law or if the patient can potentially cause harm to another (e.g. when an HIV-positive patient refuses to inform partner of HIV status, and doesn't practice safe sex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the patient-doctor relationship is strictly professional, I guess it is easier to maintain confidentiality, by virtue of the fact that when the doctor leaves his office at the end of the day, he leaves his work behind. When the patient is also a friend, and known to others in one's social circle, all it takes is a slip of the tongue to reveal all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the friend I saw yesterday. You might think it's not that big a deal, since the only thing happened was that I met her in the corridor. It's not like I was present for the consultation or anything. But it IS a huge issue. She has the right to remain unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reason why I'm relating this story is to remind myself, as well as some of you who, like me, will become doctors soon, God willing. Better make mistakes now than later. Despite my occasional self-deprecating remarks about being a lousy medical student, I DO plan to become a good doctor. Borrowing Aunt Eller's line from Oklahoma! : &lt;i&gt;I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, but I'll be damned if I ain't just as good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-9034673950580553054?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/9034673950580553054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=9034673950580553054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9034673950580553054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/9034673950580553054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/confidentiality-issues.html' title='Confidentiality issues'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-883984493393377297</id><published>2006-12-15T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T21:42:13.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamus NOGORI</title><content type='html'>Got this from&lt;a href="http://anizhalimi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Aniz&lt;/a&gt;, my childhood friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I claim myself a Negeri Sembilan girl through-and-through (I was born in Terengganu, but it wasn't my fault my dad was posted there), I have to confess my loghat nogori is abysmal. Oh, I can talk basic nogori, we often crack jokes using the dialect at home. But I can't talk the proper version of it. That's why I won't even attempt to write anything here in nogori, takut kena buang daerah hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neways, you Negeri Sembilan people out there, how extensive is your vocabulary? Below are over 60 words. I know 25, so I guess it's not that bad. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:18;color:red;"   &gt;KAMUS NOGORI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1) ANGEK..............hangat, loghat &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;hangat &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; angek boto badan budak ni, domam, gek eh!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;2) AMBA...............tak ada rasa, tawar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Apo&lt;/st1:place&gt; lak amba yo gulai ikan semilang kau ni timah!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;3) ANGKEK.............angkat, loghat angkat &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; piah, tolong angkek air lam baldi tu....&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;4) ANCUK...............copulate, lucah ni &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; beghancuk yo kojo eh budak ni&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;5) AGEH.................sejenis ulat agas, loghat agas &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt; ghumah onyang ni banyak na ageh, maleh la nak tido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;6) SUKI = cukup&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; ayam tu kalau suki makan eh..sihat la dehhh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;7) GHOSAN = basi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; lauk ayam nia kok buh dlm poti sojuk..tahan la deh. kok bia &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;yo kek luar..ghosannn deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;8)MELANGSIT = tido yg bersungguh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;  ekau ni kan, melangsit yo kojo kau. cubo la poie motong gotah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;9) SENUGHEH : senonoh&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; ekau ni tak senugheh boto lah. den lompang kang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;10) CHEMAT = rotan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;- &lt;i&gt; budak dogey ni cemat yo hukum eh. tak mau di koba org..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;11) BOGIK = dogei mak amek &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;12) HOBIN - ho-bin : pukul atau belasah&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;ekau hobin yo muko dio tuh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;13) KITAI - ki-tai : mengibas atau merenjis (badan dan selalu nya utk kucing)&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;kucing tuh lopeh dimandi an memang gomar mengitai an badan eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;14) PELAIH- pe-la-ih : endah atau amik tau&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;bukan dio nak pelaih an apo yg den cakap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;15) TETOYEK - te-to-yek : mcm lebihan terutama bg rendang&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;banyak boto tetoyek ghondang nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;15) GHEMAH - ghe-mah : saki baki nasi yg bertaburan lps makan&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;apo la makan cam tuh... bersepah ghemah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;16) ONTOK-ONTOK : diam-diam&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;heh, duduk lah ontok-ontok sikit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;17) MENDODA - men-do-da : terlalu kuat&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;sampai mendoda bunyi eh dio bukak lagu tuh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;18) LELAN - le-lan : cuai&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;lain kali bawak keto, jgnlah lelan... bahayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;19) MENTENENG - men-te-neng : besar, boroi etc&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;menteneng poghot dan lopeh makan lomang nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;20) DODAT - do-dat : minum terus tanpa cawan&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;jangan lah dodat air tuh camtuh, amik lah cawan, karang ado org lain nak &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;minam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;21) BELOBAU- be-lo-bau : terjatuh&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;jangan ditolak kucing tu, belobau dlm kolam tuh karang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;22) KECENG - ke-ceng : kenyit&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;apolah terkeceng-keceng mato tuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;23) AMEK - sangat&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Kau jangan bawak motor tu laju-laju amek jang, kang kok terjungkang kek &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;topi somak tu kang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;24) TONAR - kedengaran sangat kuat&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Mak oi, kuek bonar budak tu menangih tonar sekampong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;25) LUNYAH - dipijak-pijak&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Abih tompek tidur den di lunyah dek bebudak ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;26) TEBOK - tanduk&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Semalam atuk den di tebok kek kobau nasib baik tak apo-apo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;27) POLAK - rimas...&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;polak eh la pulak...ekau kipeh den sokojap../ polak tolingo den dongar &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;bebel kau ni..apo mulut kau tak bulih diam ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;28) BEJEOH (be-je-oh) = untung besar&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Kalau dapek duit pelanting, bejeoh den.... hehehee......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;29) PORUN (po-run) = bakar semak-samun/sampah-sarap&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;lopeh tobeh somak tu tolong porun sekali biar torang, nanti sonang nak &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;tanam apo-apo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;30) CENEKEL (ce-ne-kel) = tipu/ngelat&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;ekau main cenekel patutlah kau buleh monang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;31) HONGEH ~ ho-ngeh - mengah/keletihan&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"den tongah hongeh ni sobab baghu lopeh dikojar dek lombu garang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;32) HONGAP ~ ho-ngap - nafas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;hongap kau ni bebau rokok"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;33) NGICAK ~  ngi-cak = minta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;tak habih2 budak ni nak ngicak kueh den yo kojo eh"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;34) KELOKAIAN ~  ko-lo-ka-ian = habiskan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;mano ado tinggal laie, habih dikolokaian eh kek budak ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;35)  NONGGOK = duduk, tinggal&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"ekau nonggok mano sokarang"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;36) PEMONGAK = pe-mo-ngak = pembohong&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"usah kau pecayo cakap2 eh tu, pemongak nak mampuih"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;37) NGENDENG ngen-deng = mendekati seseorang untuk dapat sesuatu&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"apo kau buek ngendeng yo ni jang, nak apo laie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;38) SEJOGHENG  se-jo-gheh = secebis&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"ado ko patut dibori eh den sejogheng yo, padohal banyak laie tu &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;hah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;39) MENYONGOK =  me-nyo-ngok/menjongok men-jo-ngok = menziarah&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"aghi rayo aghi tu den balik kampong menyongok gf den...hehehe...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;40) KECEK =  ke-cek = minta dgn muka kesian&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"cubo kau kecek ado laie tu...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;41) BEGHAMUK =  be-gha-muk = bergaduh&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"apo dibuek eh kek bobudak ni, beghamuk yo kojo eh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;42) DOGHEH = do-ngeh/dedogheh de-do-ngeh= cepat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;jalan lah dogheh/dedogheh, agi dah nak malam ni"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;43) BONGKAR  =  bong-kar = bangun&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;bongkar la copek..dah subuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;44) MENTOKODAGHAH - men-to-ko-da-ghah = makan&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;kuek amek mentokodaghah ko ni milah..abih duit den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;45) POLOSER - po-lo-ser = pemalas&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;poloser amek ko ni jang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;46) POLOSIT - po-lo-sit = jahat&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Huh anak si Jang katek tu, polosit sungguh, mencurik ajo kojoeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;47) BOSOLUMAK - bo-su-lu-mak = comot&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;humang aiii!!.......bosulumak boto mulut kau lopeh makan aiskrim tue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;48) JEWAT - je-wat : capai&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;lupo lak &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;eden&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; nak jewat baju tido tuh tadih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;49) METENG - me-teng /peteng - pe-teng - perati&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;apo yang dok peteng tuh jang.. berio bonar lak nampak eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;50) TITIEK - ti-tiek / TALO- ta-lo = rotan&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Ekao nak kono titiek tak ngan abah kao?"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Bang talo sikit Bidin tu, dogee bonar pulak dio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;51) OCUP - o-cup = tenggelam&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;jangan mandi kek lubuk tu ocup kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;52) BUNGKO - bung-ko = bingai/bengap&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;apo bungko bona si acai ni, den dah koba bokali-kali masih tak faham2 laie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;53) BENGOT - be-ngot = herot&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;bengot mulut kau konon kono mato kail tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;54) BOLENG - bo-leng = bogel &lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;ajis jangan mandi boleng kono sekodeng dek anep kang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;55) MOH DOREH - moh-do-reh = mari cepat&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;moh doreh kito poie beghayo ko ghumah tok imam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;54) GODANG - go-dang = besar&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;godang eh lubang hidung kau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;55) GOLO- go-lo = parah/susah&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;alahai kantoi lak dengan bini waktu dengan dating dengan senah tadi..golo &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;lah den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;56) PENGOLAN - po-ngo-lan = pengait&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;bak sini pongolan tu fana..ekau duduk ontok ontok kek situ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;57) OKAP - o-kap = tamak&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;okap bonar kau ni im..sumo asal cun sikit kau kobeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;58) KOBEH - ko-beh = kebas&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;ekau monyangkung lamo lamo tak kobeh ko kaki mizz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;59) LOHONG - lo-hong = barai&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;lubang hidung jiman somakin hari somakin lohong sebab selalu korek hidung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;60) KOMAN - ko-man = ketinggalan zaman&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;apo koman bona dressing kau ni sarip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;61) BALUN = belasah&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;apo tersongge songge baco posting den..nak kono balun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:8;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;itu ajo la setakat nie.........bhaso jiwo bangso!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/10987827-883984493393377297?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/883984493393377297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=883984493393377297&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/883984493393377297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/883984493393377297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/kamus-nogori.html' title='Kamus NOGORI'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-1087645180453368468</id><published>2006-12-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:51:52.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayat yang membuatku kembang tak terkuncup lagi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Weh korang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had GP attachment this a.m. Had a quick chat with the receptionist.  Pastu dia cakap :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You look like you're not even out from school.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, before you start leaving bubble-bursting comments, hear (or read, rather) me out first. I KNOW she meant that I look young, mostly because at five past nine in the morning I hadn't the chance to make a monkey of myself, and she wasn't able to asses my competence (incompetence, actually) as a medical student from a 5-minute encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What say you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooohooooo!! *melompat-lompat sambil menari tarian sumazau*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I guess I have a few years yet before I need anti-ageing thingies. Maybe if I invest the money I put aside properly I'd be able to afford botox! Muahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh. Takdela. Gurau je. Ko ni cepat melatah la senah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's SUCH a beautiful day...don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1087645180453368468?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1087645180453368468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1087645180453368468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1087645180453368468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1087645180453368468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/ayat-yang-membuatku-kembang-tak.html' title='Ayat yang membuatku kembang tak terkuncup lagi..'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-1983632942934093925</id><published>2006-12-12T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T01:06:03.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've had..time of my life.."</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Dirty Dancing's soundtrack right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watched the movie for the first time a couple of weeks ago (don't know why I never got around watching it before), when I visited Leicester and stayed with Peah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime they played a song in the movie, I went like "Ouh! I know this song!!" and then sang along, much to everyone's disbelief. (I'm sure they thought : WHAT DECADE is this crazy woman from??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can I say, I am more at home with songs from my mom's era. Should've been born in the fifties/sixties. I would've been SUCH a cool person back then! However, living in the current time and place, with my taste, I am doomed to be a geek and totally, totally uncool (by virtue of the fact that I can't connect with my peers, but can sing along with their parents).*sigh* Oh well. You people just DON'T KNOW how to appreciate me *pbbtthh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I have all the songs from the Dirty Dancing movie, thanks to Peah who delivered them to me and to Sid who obligingly downloaded them for me!! Remind me to belanja you fantastic people later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you'd excuse me, I'm gonna put on my 60s retro sunglasses and sing some golden oldies. ALOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1983632942934093925?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1983632942934093925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1983632942934093925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1983632942934093925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1983632942934093925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/time-of-my-life.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve had..time of my life..&quot;'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-1033936183965282029</id><published>2006-12-09T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T07:51:46.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO GO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only place where I think, act, feel like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being away drives me positively nuts. It's like being on a roller-coaster ride. I'm not even pleasant company most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything's moving too quickly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Astagfirullah. I know that I am ungrateful. By right I should feel nothing but happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why do I feel like crying for no apparent reason?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**Addendum 09/12/06 9:40 pm: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm fine. Just had a bad case of PMS. All is good now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1033936183965282029?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1033936183965282029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1033936183965282029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1033936183965282029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1033936183965282029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-960965030854753317</id><published>2006-12-08T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:54:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOULD. YOU. LOOK. AT...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/wii.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/revo-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saw the advert on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Introducing Nintendo's Wii (well I'm sure most of you already know about it anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Has a wireless controller, which acts as a handheld pointing device and can detect motion and rotation in three dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That means, if the character in the game you're playing is in a swordfight, YOU are executing all the moves. If it's a golf game, you are literally the player (although I can't imagine anything less exciting than that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've given up my game controller ages ago (cewah macam bagus je) but I think Nintendo's latest release has taken gaming to another level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please excuse me while I drown in my puddle of saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ummm Santa? I've been a *ahem* good girl this year...do you think you can put this up on my list? Pretty please?? *with big shiny eyes ala2 kartun Jepun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Owh. I forgot. Santa Claus doesn't exist. And I don't celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, how about a belated birthday present? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello?? *distant echoes are heard*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-960965030854753317?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/960965030854753317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=960965030854753317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/960965030854753317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/960965030854753317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/would-you-look-at.html' title='WOULD. YOU. LOOK. AT...'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-1337660331702946665</id><published>2006-12-06T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:26:26.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too revealing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interesting piece of news on The Star Online today. To read it click &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/5/nation/16222713&amp;sec=nation" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or if you're too lazy, the picture below sums up what's going on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/03sexygirl.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's a RM500 fine for those who go against it. As expected, the 'Do's and Don'ts list' has sparked protest and outrage in some quarters (as reported &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/5/nation/16225266&amp;sec=nation" target="_blank"&gt;here)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their arguments were, in my personal opinion, valid points. Women have always been blamed as 'the source of evil'. It is unacceptable to say if a girl dresses a tad 'too revealing' and gets assaulted that 'she asked for it'. Honestly, does anyone still buy that argument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How are they going to determine what's 'tight' and/or 'revealing' and what's not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before doing IB, I spent one semester doing matriculation locally (in Malaysia, that is). After spending 11 years in an all girls' day school where most of my friends were non-Malays, I got my very first wave of culture shock there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My first Pendidikan Islam lesson, the ustaz threatened us with his 'kad kuasa', and said that he was authorised to 'tangkap khalwat' any couples seen doing anything funny. I was like, "oookay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was a 'nice' welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The whole environment of the campus was...well..to put it in a way, very religious. Now, I had no arguments against that (in principle, that is). I was ok with the fact that they tried to take care of everyone's 'spiritual well-being'. But I objected to the way they did it, and how they targeted only us girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday night ceramah focused mainly on how girls didn't wear camisoles with their baju kurung, or how thin the fabric is, or even how some girls don't wear socks.  They made jokes at our expense, and the boys snickered at the front while us girls seethed with anger at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were proper second-class citizens, the female students. Actually, even worse than that. I felt the scavenger cats at the canteen were treated better. Then a sequence of events took place which left me properly traumatized.  But that's a story for another day.  Let's just say I never felt so happy to leave a place in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to our main topic. Yet another article &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/12/6/nation/16232962&amp;sec=nation" target="_blank"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;(sorry! I make you read lots this time around). Statements such as, and I quote &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;“A woman who wears an indecent outfit does not respect herself, so how can she expect men to respect her?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt; 'there was no denying that men would be aroused by a scantily- dressed woman, as this was human nature' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;are ludicrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;What is THAT all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the same time, I do feel that we Malaysians have become too westernised - our clothes, our thinking, heck, even right down to our American accents we picked up from tv. Scantily-clad girls are no longer found only in 'large cities', as small town people would say. They now can be found in your own hometown. She can be your neighbour. Or your best friend. Or even your sister. It's such a norm now that people rarely bat an eyelash when they see such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few years ago (when we Malaysians were still conservative...remember those times?), at a wedding reception, my mother made a remark about the bride, who wore a sleeveless, a-bit-on-the-sexy-side dress, saying that she 'tak tau nak hormat majlis,' showing her underarms to guests and her elders. At that time, I didn't understand what the fuss was about. Now I think I understand where my mom was coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you were to attend, let's say, your best friend's kenduri, you'd choose what you wear carefully. Or if you were to go to meet your relatives, your mom will surely ask you to wear something 'decent' (that is, if you have one like mine). If you go for a job interview, you'd spend hours deciding what to wear. Even in the medical profession, there are standards on what doctors should and should not wear. You may ask, why? Out of respect for the other person. You do not dress simply for yourself, it's also for every single person you meet that day, whether you know him/her or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As it is wrong for people to criticize you on how you dress, it is also unacceptable to impose your dressing on other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess what MPKB is trying to do is 'protect' their people from being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keBaratan,&lt;/span&gt; while still trying to preserve eastern; and most importantly, Islamic values. And to be honest, when I went to Kelantan last summer, it was really nice not to see people 'flaunting' themselves, that everyone looked so well ummm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel SO old saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I still object to the statements made in the papers. Totally devoid of respect towards women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's the problem. They blame us for everything, and teach their brothers and sons that women are the root of all evil. They never taught their sons to respect their mothers and sisters, to love and cherish and protect. Instead they are taught to look at women with contempt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And seriously, if you want to fight 'immorality' and 'indecency'? EDUCATE the people. EDUCATE them. EDUCATE them. Teach them good values; show them how to think for themselves; teach them the importance of respecting others, and also one's self.  Only then will we stop being the mindless sheep we have become.&lt;/p&gt;Not so easy, huh? We always prefer the quick-fix method, washing our hands off the problem afterwards, claiming we've done all we can. How myopic.  How irresponsible. How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;typical&lt;/span&gt;. (Oh dear, it's the 't' word...again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-1337660331702946665?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/1337660331702946665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=1337660331702946665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1337660331702946665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/1337660331702946665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-revealing.html' title='Too revealing?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-116497636370689710</id><published>2006-12-01T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T01:08:48.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_1632a-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just look at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm usually a neat person - well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agak&lt;/span&gt; neat la. In my younger days (cewah) I loved spring cleaning, everytime I got stressed I'd clean the room from top to bottom - usually after midnight. (I know...I have weird habits, like bathing after 12am..there are even weirder habits you'd find out about if you get to know me better). Can't even be bothered to clean up anymore. Everytime I do, it gets messy again double quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The state of the rest of the room is more or less the same. Oh, I can still see the floor,thank heavens, but things are cluttered in groups - in an 'organized' sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should see my laundry basket. It's like a volcano ready to erupt. In fact, it has a slightly smaller twin - the 'handwash' pile and the 'washing machine' pile, you see. Sometimes I yell at them : "Why can't you wash yourselves??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dishes get that a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also wish that the food in the freezer would defrost themselves and voluntarily jump into the cooking pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really marvel at my friends who are still studying and are also married +/- with kids. Cammane korang cope haaa? Aku kat sini diri sendiri pun tak terjaga. Mungkin sebab tu la jodoh korang awal and mine is still on suspension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More friends are getting married within the next few months. I wish you all infinite joy. Me? Everytime anyone asks about 'my turn' (tak serik2 lagi ke?), my standard answer is now "Rabu. Datangla ye..bawak hadiah sekali.." (well I haven't used the 'hadiah' bit, but I think it's a good addition. Gonna use that next time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not going home for Christmas holidays. Somehow that thought makes me depressed...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116497636370689710?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116497636370689710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116497636370689710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116497636370689710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116497636370689710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/12/hmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmm'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-116484070229127000</id><published>2006-11-30T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T06:51:42.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past the point of no return</title><content type='html'>I've done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote to the medical school, and my name has been removed from the MTAS (just found out what MTAS is..it's Medical Training Application Scheme).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For better or for worse, Malaysia, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116484070229127000?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116484070229127000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116484070229127000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116484070229127000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116484070229127000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-point-of-no-return.html' title='Past the point of no return'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-116412539609935778</id><published>2006-11-22T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T00:17:53.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning the bridge (warning : ramblings ahead)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, the job application forms for PRHO FY1 (Pre-registration House Officer, Foundation Year 1) came out. Final year medical students who are applying for FY1 posts have to fill in the application form, answering questions six questions on why he/she will make a good doctor, giving examples etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, pretty wishy-washy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Based on the new system of application (in its 2nd year this year), applicants are awarded 85 points in total, with academic ranking contributing 45 points maximum. The rest of the points are academic achievements, other prizes/awards, etc. To be honest, I don't know what's going on exactly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Why? Because I'm not applying, that's why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;When I first started med school at Barts and the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I intended to go back straight after qualifying. When I started my clinical year (year 3), I thought that staying would be a good idea, so that I can at least clear all my membership exams before going home, making it easier for specialist training. Last year, the UK Home Office came up with new immigration laws, affecting all non-UK/EU citizens across all professions, I'm sure. Because of the new laws, international students who qualify from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; medical schools are allowed to stay for the Foundation Year training (FY1 and FY2), but afterwards we'll be treated like any other foreign doctor. After finishing FY2 we'd have to apply for job permit, and employers are allowed to hire non-UK/EU citizens only when there is no one with a UK/EU passport who can fill the post. Even if we do get the job, work permit lasts only for the duration of the employment, afterwards the whole job application process repeats and work permit has to be acquired all over again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;If that doesn't stink, I don't know what does.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, being discouraged by what's happening, my plans changed again. I'm going back to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Those who are staying are either hoping to save some money before going back (to buy a car, a house, get married..that sort of thing), and some want the GMC registration before going back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;The GMC registration sounded attractive at first. But then I asked myself : will I &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; use/need it? Now that prospects of postgraduate training in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are very slim, what do I need the UK GMC registration for?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;One reason why I want to go back quickly is that since I'm most likely to go postgraduate studies back home, it helps to get into the civil service earlier to those who are staying behind. As it is now, my peers in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are already in their 1st year of housemanship. And back home, seniority counts (salary-wise, career progression-wise). And with the government sending SO MANY students to do medicine worldwide, as well as having medical schools practically in every state in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I can foresee an major influx of doctors in the near future. Better get into the race sooner than later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I've informed my medical school of my decision of not applying, and an email was sent to me and several other Singaporean students who've had job offers from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, stating that :&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"if, at a later date, they &lt;i&gt;(i.e. non-UK/EU graduates from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; medical school )&lt;/i&gt;want to return to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to practice or undertake clinical research, they will find it very difficult – despite full registration with their home GMC or equivalent body - to update their UK GMC registration from provisional to full. The GMC does not accept retrospective approval of PRHO posts and also does not allow &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;UK&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; graduates to undertake PLAB. Thus even if a UK graduate is fully registered with their "home" GMC or equivalent body they will have difficulties in gaining registration with the UK GMC on return to the UK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Reading those words, I &lt;i&gt;faltered&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I knew about it even before, but having those words coming from THE authoritative source made me doubt myself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not enough to change my resolve, but enough for me to question whether what I'm doing is right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm supposed to reply to the email, stating 'my intentions' and request for my name to be removed from the FY1 application process.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do I burn the bridge now? Or simply wait for the application deadline to pass quietly?&lt;/p&gt;With all my 'big talk', I'm not a brave person after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116412539609935778?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116412539609935778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116412539609935778&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116412539609935778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116412539609935778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/11/burning-bridge-warning-ramblings-ahead.html' title='Burning the bridge (warning : ramblings ahead)'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-116395613249444025</id><published>2006-11-20T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:15:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a typical Malay?</title><content type='html'>I have heard of (and also guilty of using) the phrase 'typical Malay' often enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What does being a 'typical Malay' mean? Saying to someone that he/she is acting like a typical Malay is akin to accusing him/her of being lazy, narrow-minded, short-sighted, too complacent, easily swindled, prone to petty jealousies....etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.niknazmi.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/374" target="_blank"&gt;Nik Nazmi's&lt;/a&gt; thoughts about our Malaysian astronaut playing children's games in space, and someone accused him of (and I quote) "perasaan hasad dengki dan iri hati orang melayu kepada org melayu yang ingin mencapai kejayaan..Another ol typical malay!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly enough, when someone uses that 'typical Malay' phrase others know exactly what he/she means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The question is : how long are we going to stay 'typical'? The negative traits mentioned above (and more) are pathognomonic (using a medical term here, meaning diagnostic for a particular disease) for being Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't anyone else think it is getting old? Malays acting 'typical' and other people accusing us of being so. Somehow it sounds worse than Chinese or Indian people being called 'typical Chinese/Indian' (whatever they mean).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, I rant a lot nowadays. Pre-exam fever has kicked in. Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116395613249444025?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116395613249444025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116395613249444025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116395613249444025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116395613249444025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-typical-malay.html' title='What is a typical Malay?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-116385180712697357</id><published>2006-11-18T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T20:21:04.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More about Malaysian in space...from a non-Malaysian's point of view</title><content type='html'>My sister sent me this article by Michael Backman, an 'internationally renowned author and columnist' - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While Malaysia fiddles, its opportunities are running dry&lt;/span&gt;. To read the article, click&lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html?page=2" target="_blank"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Also by the same author : read&lt;a href="http://www.michaelbackman.com/Malaysia.html" target="_blank"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bitter pills to swallow, and yet there's truth in them. I wish I have the resources to send them to every Minister in Malaysia; via email, snail mail, text message, voice message...heck, I'd even enlarge and paste them on every billboard available in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone MUST be made to listen. This has got to stop before we lose the last precious shreds of dignity we have left!! (Although at this point I even doubt its existence...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116385180712697357?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116385180712697357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116385180712697357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116385180712697357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116385180712697357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-about-malaysian-in-spacefrom-non.html' title='More about Malaysian in space...from a non-Malaysian&apos;s point of view'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-116360740177929836</id><published>2006-11-15T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:20:15.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's News....</title><content type='html'>I was reading The Star online (yes, I do keep up with news from home) and this piece of news caught my attention. (note : I've added comments in between...just to express my sentiments)&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysian's first astronaut to do what no one in space has done before &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;--&gt;why do I get a feeling it's gonna be something silly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Malaysia's first astronaut will do what no one in space has done before: play traditional Malay children's games without gravity. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--&gt; yup, I was right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt; The astronaut - yet to be selected - will play "batu seremban,'' or "five stones'' and spin traditional Malay tops in space&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;--&gt; WHAT THE...???!!??&lt;/span&gt;, Agriculture Ministry parliamentary secretary Rohani Abdul Karim told parliament on Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Rohani, who was replying on behalf of the Science, Technology and Innovations Ministry, said the astronaut would also do batik painting and making teh tarik&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;errm excuse me, but HOW does this benefit anyone?? Roti canai takde ke?  Correct me if I'm wrong, but being in a zero-gravity environment, won't the teh tarik fly everywhere? The Russians might be a bit peeved for messing up their space station...you know, nanti lekit and the space ants will come in no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  She said this in reply to comments made by MPs on what the Malaysian astronaut might do in the International Space Station.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;I'm sure they were expecting a more intelligent answer, but then I might be wrong....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Rohani said the training programme for the Malaysian astronaut in Russia would not cost the Treasury a single sen.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;--&gt; and as such you think it's okay for the astronaut bearing Malaysia's name to make an intergalactic fool of himself???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Replying to Datuk Dr Marcus Mojigoh (BN-Putatan), she said the programme was provided free of charge as part of an offset programme for the purchase pf Sukhoi fighter aircraft from Russia.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;*snorts* was it a second-hand plane? (probably the Russians felt bad for swindling us so easily and offered the programme to make amends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt; She said the benefits of the programme for the country were numerous, including the opportunity to conduct scientific experiments in space.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;--&gt; yeah, so why don't we?? If we actually are I'm sure people are more interested to know about that than making teh tarik and play batu seremban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such experiments will also be studied by our own scientists in the medical, science and educational fields.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Schoolchildren will be further motivated to increase their interests in science and technology when our astronaut holds a live teleconference with students from several selected schools,” she said, adding that the astronaut would also conduct several experience on micro-gravity in front of the television camera.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;to be honest with you, schoolchildren will be interested in ANYTHING if there's a scholarship offer attached to it...don't have to go through to all the trouble of sending a man to space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Dr Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor and Kapten Dr Faiz Khaleed, who had been selected for Malaysia’s first astronaut programme, are now undergoing training for a year in Russia before departing for the International Space Station.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;what? a year to learn how to play batu seremban and gasing and make teh tarik? What do you need those doctors for? Might as well send a teh-tarik man and the johan kebangsaan in batu seremban to accomplish those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Only one of them will board a Russian rocket for eight days of space travel on Sept 2 next year.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&gt;so, how do you choose? Undian SMS? My bet is on the better-looking one then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading ridiculous articles like this makes me so angry I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another piece of news from the same source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="text"&gt;TUN Dr Mahathir Mohamad, who is now recuperating from a mild heart attack, had received information that he would be booed if he attended the Umno general assembly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mukhriz said his father had been booed before, even when he was still the party president...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text"&gt; This is how we treat the person who's done so much for the country. Grown men playing schoolyard politics...they even act like children. We applauded him when he spoke out against the Western giants, but can't take it when we receive the same kind of treatment. I'm not saying he's always right, nor am I siding anyone but surely things can be solved by acting maturely. Not all this bickering that comes out in the papers. It's just downright silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116360740177929836?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116360740177929836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116360740177929836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116360740177929836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116360740177929836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-news.html' title='Today&apos;s News....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-116282709303903030</id><published>2006-11-06T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T23:31:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday reflections</title><content type='html'>Turning twenty-four makes me realize that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1)  I am old(er). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;Wiser? Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2)  I will be thirty-four in no time. Ack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3)  By UK standards, I still look twenty at the very most (wahahahahahahahah!*gelak evil*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4)  I can be just as childish as I was ten years ago, but with more serious consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5)  I feel comfortable going out without fussing about my appearance like I used to a couple of years ago. (Yes, yes, I have my share of vanity, so sue me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lots of my friends have gotten married/engaged to be married. My sister started her "I was engaged at twenty-four" spiel officially today, joining my mom who started a while back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;..nantilah ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7)  My biological clock is ticking. Caught myself a few times looking at adorable babies thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want one of those..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8)  I want to graduate and get out of medical school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9)  There are some people you went to school with that you never dreamed you'd be close to after leaving school. Surprisingly, they are now your closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10)I rather spend the night talking to a few close friends than go out gallivanting with a large group of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11)I sleep no later than 12am. It's almost impossible to stay awake after that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12)There are quite a few things I regret doing. Wish I had done things differently&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13)There are a few crazy things I wish I had done when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14)Most of all, turning twenty-four makes me realize that every second of my life has been a blessing, and I have so much to thank God for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/10987827-116282709303903030?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116282709303903030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116282709303903030&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116282709303903030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116282709303903030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-reflections.html' title='Birthday reflections'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-116196707449114342</id><published>2006-10-28T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:37:54.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting the cobwebs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_1538a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Berposing di pagi raya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, this blog has been neglected for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I've not been kidnapped by aliens and having my internal organs rearranged. Am very much alive and well. Thank you for wondering (or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not too late to wish Selamat Hari Raya! Hope your Eid was a good one. My last Eid away from home (insyaAllah), am looking forward to celebrating Raya in Malaysia once more with great expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Final exams are looming over the horizon, 12 weeks to go! Even yours truly, who usually is a last-minute crammer is starting to feel the heat. Having exams is one thing, but the thought of being a full-fledged doctor by August positively terrifies me. It IS a welcome change, after being in med school for 5 years and 2 years IB before that. Most of my friends have started work ages ago. But I hate change. At the same time I look forward to it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another reason to be intimidated is because I'm planning to work Malaysia once I graduate. Having medically trained in English, my Bahasa Melayu comm skills is gonna stink big time. You might see me saying the following a lot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anxious relative : Bagaimana keadaan dia, doktor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : (In my white coat, looking at clipboard). Keadaan dia stabil. Tapi dia perlu banyak berehat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anxious relative : Bagaimana keadaan dia, doktor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : (coming out from the operation theatre, in my scrubs, slowly shaking my head at the patient). Kami telah cuba sedaya upaya. Bersabarlah, ini semua kehendak Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the times I laughed so hard at those corny lines in Malay films/drama!! It's gonna come back to haunt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a different topic altogether, for those who are on Friendster, have you noticed that it has turned into a site for new moms and dads to showcase their offsprings, and for married/engaged people to show others how happy they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me or did you notice it as well??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ranks of single people of my age are thinning. Fast. How depressing is that? (Of course I'm happy for them, just saying that I'm not getting any younger. Gonna be over the hill before I even realize it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's life, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-116196707449114342?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/116196707449114342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=116196707449114342&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116196707449114342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/116196707449114342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/10/dusting-cobwebs.html' title='Dusting the cobwebs'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-115851137980051698</id><published>2006-09-18T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T04:11:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As soon as I say I won't be blogging often, here's another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been hooked on youtube this weekend. Saw Lea Salonga's (now Lea Salonga-Chien) wedding in 2004 video, I LOVE the song she sang to her husband!! *sigh* What a dream. Her husband actually cried (kinda cute actually..who wouldn't?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7r5DOxWouFI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7r5DOxWouFI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched Les Mis in various languages on youtube. Now I SO wanna go around the world and watch all the Les Mis production there is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Since $$$$ is not unlimited, I guess there's plenty of room to dream....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yana, let's GO!!! We'll sing along every show!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115851137980051698?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115851137980051698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115851137980051698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115851137980051698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115851137980051698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-soon-as-i-say-i-wont-be-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115840030825537573</id><published>2006-09-16T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T17:56:38.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been busy with final year (yes, I'm a finalist!!). The big exams will be in Jan-Feb, so no time to play much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I go into hibernation again, just wanna share this video I found on youtube.com. It's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; Hani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/liDJHss1bHM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/liDJHss1bHM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115840030825537573?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115840030825537573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115840030825537573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115840030825537573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115840030825537573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-been-long-time-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115518505442407769</id><published>2006-08-10T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T12:44:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked on...</title><content type='html'>ROCKSTAR SUPERNOVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Heck, I wasn't even a rock fan before this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now THAT'S what I call a reality-tv show full of talents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115518505442407769?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115518505442407769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115518505442407769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115518505442407769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115518505442407769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/08/hooked-on.html' title='Hooked on...'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115479879780464313</id><published>2006-08-06T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:29:48.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Says a Thousand Words....</title><content type='html'>This is for Azureen's Mak Su in Australia :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_1084a.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She sends her love and lots and lots of wet kisses!! (Believe me, they ARE wet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115479879780464313?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115479879780464313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115479879780464313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115479879780464313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115479879780464313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/08/picture-says-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture Says a Thousand Words....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115445122489075671</id><published>2006-08-02T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:53:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah, dah selamat sampai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a really good flight home, I got upgraded to Business Class!!  (hehe..*gelak evil*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been spending time at home with Azureen, she's quite a handful but TOTALLY ADORABLE! Pictures later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the meantime, my hp number while in Msia is 017-3575130. Sesape yang nak pegi berpoya-poya, panggillah saya, ye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115445122489075671?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115445122489075671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115445122489075671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115445122489075671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115445122489075671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-in-malaysia.html' title='Back in Malaysia'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115382259041465494</id><published>2006-07-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T18:16:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Three down, one more to go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OSCE 10-min stations this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then.......habis!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*dances a little jig around the room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ermm...on a sober(er) note, hopefully I'll do okay...bab2 bercakap under pressure nih yang susah sket...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115382259041465494?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115382259041465494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115382259041465494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115382259041465494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115382259041465494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more.html' title='One more!!!'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115331970143269238</id><published>2006-07-19T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T10:53:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 days before my OSCE exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6 days before I'm free from the shackles of 4th year medicine (to be fair, it's the best year in med school, but it feels too long..). I hope all goes well with the exams. For what I've done for the written exams, the most I can do now is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tawakkal&lt;/span&gt; and make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dua' &lt;/span&gt;that I did allright. InsyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in 9 days' time....I'm going home!!! Can't wait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, I know, for a person who goes back at every opportunity I shouldn't be missing home as much as other people. But I do. Can't do anything ab0ut that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115331970143269238?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115331970143269238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115331970143269238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115331970143269238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115331970143269238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown.html' title='Countdown...'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115274414632373945</id><published>2006-07-13T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:33:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Believe in You : Il Divo with Celine Dion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/flTfSOjVu6M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love this song!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s : you know the guy on the far right? Don't you think he's beautiful? (as in, pretty boy kind of beautiful...and what a voice!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115274414632373945?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115274414632373945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115274414632373945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115274414632373945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115274414632373945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-believe-in-you-il-divo-with-celine.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115249245988737917</id><published>2006-07-10T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T08:49:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup 2006</title><content type='html'>It has officially ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Azzurri won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;France played well, but they got unlucky. (Zidane : WHAT were you thinking???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the most important thing is : ITALY WON!!!! Woooohoooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115249245988737917?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115249245988737917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115249245988737917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115249245988737917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115249245988737917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/world-cup-2006.html' title='World Cup 2006'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115241141031338523</id><published>2006-07-09T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:11:03.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the devil and the deep blue sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, I just like to say :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've finished my SSM, 3 weeks before the deadline. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, technically I have. Just have to fix the intro and conclusion a bit, and do my references properly. Have sent the draft to my tutor. Hopefully I won't have to change too much, insyaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a good thing I've finished it too, since I SO have to start revising for my exams. It's next week, by the way. So spending the next 8 days doing nothing but revise and sleep and sleep and more sleep (hey, I need to consolidate my memory okay! Ask any neurologist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neways, had an interesting incident last Friday. Had my revision lectures in Mile End, so after it finished I took the bus back to halls. It was packed, but I managed to squeeze into the back door (it's the long n bendy no. 25 bus with 3 doors). Near the door stood this guy (let's call him Mr X) probably in his twenties, who had weird tics and he was making strange movements and gestures and had conversations with persons only he could see. Since I just finished my psychiatry rotation, I think that Mr. X probably had a schizo-affective disorder, who had not been taking his meds for a while. He kept jumping off the bus whenever the door opened and then jump back in, making Michael-Jackson-like movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on with the story, the bus was packed. It was really hot. There were lots of preschool children making lots of noise. I tried to get as far away from the strange guy as I could. At a particular bus stop, a guy with a small dog wanted to get down. Had to push a lot of people, and I had to move closer to Mr. X. And then before the guy with the dog could get down, the door closed and the bus moved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there I was, trapped. With Mr. X right in front of me and the dog near my right foot (I have nothing against dogs, I love to look at them, but you know la, kalau pape susah la nak samak). And Mr. X kept jumping up and down. The dog was restless. I couldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Mr. X suddenly turned around and gave me a smile. I gave him a constipated grin, I think. At that moment, I thought, I'd rather take my chances with the dog. Luckily at the next bus stop Mr. X jumped out for good, as did the guy with the dog...but wait! There was not only one, there were two dogs!! The other one was probably behind me. I was properly cornered. Good thing I didn't notice the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, moving on. Saw 'Pirates of the Caribbean : Dead Man's Chest' today. It was SMASHING!!! Probably the most entertaining movie I've seen in a while. It was so good, I didn't even mind the fact that annoying Keira Knightley was in it (WHAT'S with her and the pouty-lower-lip thingy?? Was that supposed to be sexy??). Amazing effects, really good adventure story, really funny, albeit a dark sequel to the first one, but much much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It ran for 150 minutes, just the right length. It didn't feel too short like X-Men 2 (I remember thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Was that it?"&lt;/span&gt;) nor was it too long like Lord of the Rings 3 (I was practically dancing in my seats - my bladder had passed its maximum capacity). Great, great music score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if you were contemplating whether or not to go, contemplate no more. GO NOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The downside of it all is the fact that we've got to wait until next year for the 3rd instalment to be released (although they filmed it back-to-back with the second one, kinda like LOTR).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115241141031338523?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115241141031338523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115241141031338523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115241141031338523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115241141031338523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/between-devil-and-deep-blue-sea.html' title='Between the devil and the deep blue sea'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115206307438265296</id><published>2006-07-05T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T09:31:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;To Germany : Muahahahahahahahah! *gelak evil*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viva italia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115206307438265296?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115206307438265296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115206307438265296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115206307438265296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115206307438265296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-germany-muahahahahahahahah-gelak.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115178915854763870</id><published>2006-07-02T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:25:58.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Brazil lost!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;whywhywhywhywhyWHYYYYYYY??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, I know why, so you don't have to point it out to me (seriously, DON'T), but even so, I was hoping....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;frust giler seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;heck, I'm not even a football fan usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s : despite their lost against Portugal, I thought England played well. It was a shame it ended as it did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115178915854763870?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115178915854763870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115178915854763870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115178915854763870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115178915854763870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/07/nooooo.html' title='NOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115158373954972343</id><published>2006-06-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:30:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm (not) what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;28.57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For this test, the average jealousy percentage is &lt;b&gt;35.54%&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;524789&lt;/b&gt; people have taken this test to date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This percentage means that : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have very few jealous traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You rarely over-react and have a handle on the severity of situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever jealous attributes you do have will not present a problem in relationships, and will sometimes help.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Eh, macam sikit je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you want to find out about yourself, click &lt;a href="http://tests.student.com/jealousytest.php" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/10987827-115158373954972343?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115158373954972343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115158373954972343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115158373954972343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115158373954972343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-not-what.html' title='I&apos;m (not) what?'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115158256848786780</id><published>2006-06-29T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:02:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychiatry no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week's the last week of my Psychiatry rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Had my last ward round last Tuesday. I got to write in the notes again. The SHO was on leave so I took over (hehehe...*gelak evil*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the end of the ward round, sat down with the consultant for assessment and signing of my log book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The consultant was really nice. He actually wrote in my logbook 'excellent social graces'. Well, for my lack of knowledge I have to make up somehow by being enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It WAS a good firm. I'll miss each and every patient there, crazy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was one of the best rotation I've had this year. I still want to do Obs&amp;amp;Gynae, but I think I'll take up Psychiatry as a special interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115158256848786780?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115158256848786780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115158256848786780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115158256848786780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115158256848786780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/psychiatry-no-more.html' title='Psychiatry no more'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-115119564332839014</id><published>2006-06-25T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T08:34:03.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What keeps me going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;**4th year med is just too long. Can't wait to go home. **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) The thought that I'll be home in a little bit more than a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Thoughts of Azureen and my parents' reports of her progress. Video clips of her that I took whenever I was home help a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) That midnight phone call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) The thought that I'd be seeing that someone after 11 long months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) My next-door neighbour (also my best friend, my ex-classmate, my ex-roommate), who knows me more than anyone else (in many ways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-115119564332839014?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/115119564332839014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=115119564332839014&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115119564332839014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/115119564332839014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-keeps-me-going.html' title='What keeps me going...'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-114987744978113208</id><published>2006-06-10T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:32:41.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are SO many weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone I know got married/is getting married this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it something in the air? Something in the water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are nine so far....I suppose I can expect more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, I adore weddings, and I'm glad that everyone who's getting married is doing so...I wish them all the happiness in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just astounded by the sheer number, I guess. I'm also painfully reminded of my age...well, 23 (ok ok..24 this year) is not old, but that's about the time pressure sets in, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok...it's scary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Being grown-up doesn't seem like a good idea at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Better be prepared to dodge nosy questions from nosy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;makciks&lt;/span&gt; this summer hols....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114987744978113208?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114987744978113208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114987744978113208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114987744978113208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114987744978113208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/weddings.html' title='Weddings....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114981772172354339</id><published>2006-06-09T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:33:40.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comic relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was blog-hopping, wasting time (as usual), I found sth on someone's blog. Twas quite funny. And since my own blog has been filled with my teenage angst (although I'm not a teen anymore I sure feel like one, so just go along with me on this one) I thought that it'll be nice to lighten the blog a bit with this little piece...enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might like this. This is hilarious... even an Englishman could not construct sentences using numeric, which is exclusive only to Malaysians and Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah Lek was asked to make a sentence using 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9 and 10. Not only did he do it 1 to 10, he did it again from 10 back to 1. This is what he came up with... 1 day I go 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep. But the couple saw me, so I panic and 4 down. The man rush out and wanted to 5 with me. I run until I fall 6 and throw up. So I go into 7 eleven and grab some 8 to throw at him. Then I took a 9 and try to stab him. 10 God he run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I put the 9 back and pay for the 8 and left 7 eleven. Next day, I call my boss and say I am 6 . He said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. He also asks me to climb a 3 and jump down. I don't understand, I am so nice 2 him but I don't know what he 1.&lt;/p&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/10987827-114981772172354339?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114981772172354339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114981772172354339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114981772172354339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114981772172354339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/comic-relief.html' title='Comic relief'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114954440259310067</id><published>2006-06-06T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:35:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When she was bad....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally recovered from perpetual 'crabbiness', all is bright and beautiful again *grins*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had psychiatry lectures today. It. Was. So. Boring! For the first lecture, the consultant was quite pleasing to look at *winks* but even that didn't help save the lecture. Or perhaps it has something to do with the late-night marathon I did...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the first lecture, one of my friends wanted to get her ticket to go back home for the summer. Since I knew I was gonna sleep anyway if I stayed, I decided to accompany her. (What?? I was SO going to sleep, and besides, I haven't been to Central London in ages! And they have the lecture handouts online, so it wasn't that bad, was it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So off we went, had to go to two travel agents to find a decent deal. After that we stopped at my favourite shoe shop - Clarks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only reason why all my shoes over here are Clarks shoes is because their shoes are some of the most comfortable I've ever worn. And my feet are kinda fussy about shoes. I needed some summer footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw one casual wear I've been eyeing for a couple of weeks, so I grabbed that pair in about 5 minutes. Paid for those at the counter, and then my eyes fell onto another pair - oh! They're so pretty!! Tried them on - VERY comfortable heels. Looked at the price. Hmm. It was ok (a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;bit pricey but still not too bad) but then I'd already bought a pair. Had to think. Went walking around the shop with the shoes for about 5 mins. Then I felt a bit conscious since one of those guys working there kept looking at me with the shoes, asking if I've made my mind up. So I took them off. Walked around somemore with the shoes in my hand. Ignored the guy. Then I thought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, what the heck&lt;/span&gt;" so I marched to the counter and told the cashier firmly "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll take them&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I have 2 more pairs to add to my collection (not that they're THAT many, compared to other people I know, they need a whole cupboard to keep all their shoes!). Mine is just lined up near my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, I've been a little bit naughty today...didn't go for lectures, spent quite a bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise I'll be very good from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VERY, VERY good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114954440259310067?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114954440259310067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114954440259310067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114954440259310067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114954440259310067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-she-was-bad.html' title='When she was bad....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114930212744081875</id><published>2006-06-03T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T10:13:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**This post has been removed**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114930212744081875?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114930212744081875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114930212744081875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114930212744081875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114930212744081875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-post-has-been-removed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114847866457756416</id><published>2006-05-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:36:18.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cuckoo's Nest??</title><content type='html'>Started Psychiatry early this week. Had lectures the past 2 days, and today was my first day on the wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 students per firm, and I was assigned to the Psychiatric Intensive Care Unit (with another guy who's to be my firm partner).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Initial thoughts within 5 minutes of arrival on the ward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    "Double doors? Locked all the time? Hmm...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where are the beds? Single rooms? Darn, they have it good here"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Oookay...they are all males.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ermm..why is that guy staring at us from outside the locked office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What IS he doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a tour around the ward, we were told to carry bleeps with alarms whenever we're there (security reasons, just in case..apparently the patients can get violent if you're not careful). Were told to always go in pairs whenever we wanted to see a patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a schizophrenic patient just now. Has quite strange delusions. He was found walking aimlessly by the policw on the motorway. He claimed he was 'on the way from Hell to Heaven'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mental illness aside, he was a really nice person to talk to. But dear God, I was trying so hard not to giggle or laugh. The other patients were really 'keen' to talk to us too...one guy actually requested to be interviewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think I'd choose Psychiatry as a career, but this coming 6 weeks will surely be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114847866457756416?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114847866457756416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114847866457756416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114847866457756416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114847866457756416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/05/cuckoos-nest.html' title='The Cuckoo&apos;s Nest??'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114764945168699069</id><published>2006-05-15T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:34:47.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The smallest things can frustrate me nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking at previous entries and judging from the current one, I haven't been my optimistic self for a long time. Haven't written anything worth reading for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel like leaving everything and run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know this is a phase, and it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, Lord, give me strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114764945168699069?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114764945168699069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114764945168699069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114764945168699069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114764945168699069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114699582458800699</id><published>2006-05-07T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:37:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking out loud</title><content type='html'>I don't know. I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything's uncertain. I hate uncertainties. That's why I always choose the path where I can see the end point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the other hand, it's unfair to hope things will go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm more than willing to go down the other road; but I need reassurance, anything that can convince me to make that move towards the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114699582458800699?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114699582458800699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114699582458800699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114699582458800699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114699582458800699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/05/thinking-out-loud.html' title='Thinking out loud'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114659808520580718</id><published>2006-05-03T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:38:21.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been quite sometime since I wrote a proper entry in my blog. Partly because I've been lazy, mostly because I've been so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Started Neurology module at Oldchurch Hospital. It takes approx. 1 hour to travel from my place. Have to take the tube, then the train, then a bus. It's been only 1 week, but travelling kinda wears me out. And I usually have to be in by 9 am (thus I have to get up at 7 latest to get ready) and arrive back at Floyer House usually abt 6.30 pm. The timetable's really packed, we hardly have time to clerk and examine patients. Have to do a minimum of 2 per week, even that is quite a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But having said that, I have to admit I asked for it. I applied for Oldchurch Hospital because my seniors said they have excellent teaching. And they do. If only we have more time to do things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've crossed out Neurology as a career option. I do like Neuro, but I can't see myself doing it for the rest of my life. Sat in during clinics today, and SO many patients come in with headaches and fatigue and pins and needles yada yada yada. Some of the complaints can be psychological. And consultation of each patient takes SO LONG! Don't think I have the energy to cope with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'll stick to Obs and Gynae. Things are more structured and less complicated. You are either pregnant or you're not. You are either incontinent or you're not. Not so much grey area there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, now I'm in my 2nd week of Neurology out of a total of 4 weeks. Next rotation will be Psychiatry, the branch of medicine I've struck off as a career option a long time ago. Can't listen to people talk for a long time, you see. I get restless...or even worse, I fall asleep! Nevertheless, I'm sure it'll be interesting an interesting 6-week rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We'll see........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(this entry is for Kit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kit! I'm really sorry that I'll be missing your wedding. Wish I could be there, I always thought I'd be part of it too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apapepun, I wish you all the happiness in the world! Although I won't physically be at your wedding, please know that you have all my love and best wishes on that day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell Althie he better treat you right. Or he'd have to face me (and Amy too!). I'm sure he will, though ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lots of hugs and kisses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114659808520580718?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114659808520580718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114659808520580718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114659808520580718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114659808520580718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114647902216479672</id><published>2006-05-01T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T11:39:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Michael Buble's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'You'll Never Know'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it's not exactly his song. The song's been around for quite sometime. Frank Sinatra sang it, Barbra Streisand sang it. But I gotta say, Buble's rendition gave me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;::You'll Never Know::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Darling, I'm so blue without you&lt;br /&gt;I think about you the live-long day&lt;br /&gt;When you ask me if I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;Then I only have this to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know just how much I miss you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know just how much I care&lt;br /&gt;And if I tried, I still couldn't hide my love for you&lt;br /&gt;You ought to know, for haven't I told you so&lt;br /&gt;A million or more times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went away and my heart went with you&lt;br /&gt;I speak your name in my ev'ry prayer&lt;br /&gt;If there is some other way to prove that I love you&lt;br /&gt;I swear I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if you don't know now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know just how much I miss you&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know just how much I care&lt;br /&gt;You said good-bye, no stars in the sky refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;Take it from me, it's no fun to be alone&lt;br /&gt;With moonlight and memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*this is Frank Sinatra's version. Other singers usually leave the 1st and 4th verses out. Can't imagine why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114647902216479672?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114647902216479672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114647902216479672&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114647902216479672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114647902216479672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-love-with.html' title='In love with.....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114580156498760173</id><published>2006-04-23T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:20:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arrrrrggggghhhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why am I so restless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Been surfing the net aimlessly for hours, coz I can't focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be having withdrawal symptoms...I miss home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can't even sit and read for five minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'll go and cook something...chop some things up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Chop things up....hmmm....that sounds like a good idea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114580156498760173?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114580156498760173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114580156498760173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114580156498760173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114580156498760173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/04/arrrrrggggghhhh-why-am-i-so-restless.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114562053290421033</id><published>2006-04-21T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T23:09:31.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts (or, not-so-random..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Back in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Why does London seem so alien to me for the first time in four years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I'm actually finally doing my essay (three cheers for me!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Wonder what Azureen is doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. I miss Baskin Robbins' Banana Royale with strawberry topping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Can't wait to graduate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. After graduating....what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Laundry - ack!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. Can't wait to leave this country for good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114562053290421033?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114562053290421033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114562053290421033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114562053290421033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114562053290421033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thoughts-or-not-so-random.html' title='Random thoughts (or, not-so-random..)'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114422722550613326</id><published>2006-04-05T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:53:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm back in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hehe, I know, I can hear you say: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Again??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I had 4 weeks of nothing to do in London, what was I supposed to do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neways, had a little bit of money saved for times like this one, so I bought the ticket home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also, I was starting to miss Azureen a little more than a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I saw Azureen at the airport last Thursday, she looked at me appraisingly (at least that was what it felt like) and then extended her arms out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heck, I'd spend triple the ticket price for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's her latest photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v726/haniizhar/IMG_0319a.jpg" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She really is the cutest little girl of her generation. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been lazing and idling around so far, I still have my SSM essay to do. After the ordeal I went through with my 3rd Year SSM, I am determined not to go through the same headache again. So I'm gonna officially (re)start today. I'm telling you this so that I will actually start; it's harder to lie to other people than yourself. At least, in my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went back to SM Puteri yesterday. Mak called from school and said that an O&amp;G consultant was giving a talk to the students. Went there coz I figured she'd be a good person to get career advice from. She gave a lecture on gynaecological problems. It was quite a good one, but the Q&amp;amp;A session had me floored. The students were asking questions about labial piercings and torn hymens and how to (surgically) restore it and masturbation!! What the....!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things have DEFINITELY changed since I left school. I don't think anyone in my year ever thought of such things to ask! I'm pretty sure that a number of us at that age were still ignorant of such matters, while the 'enlightened ones' wouldn't dream to raise such issues in front of 200-odd students and 15 teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm starting to feel too old (fashioned)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After leaving the school, I decided to go to Jaya Jusco in Seremban 2. It was opened late last year, thought I'd go and see what it had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place is quite all right, although looking at the facade you'd expect more stores inside. But it's okay, we now have TGV and another bowling place and MPH (YAY!!!). Went to MPH, wanted to look for a book highly recommended to me; 'The Sealed Nectar' by Safi-ur-Rahman Al-Mubarakpuri. It's a biography of the Prophet Muhammad s.a.w. and it won first prize at the worldwide competition on the biography of The Prophet in 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neways, as I was saying, I saw the book, and when I placed the book on the counter, the cashier (who was an Indian lady) took a look at the book and asked me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni Quran ke?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was a little bit confused at first, and then I caught her meaning. When I said "No" she then proceeded with the transaction (with calligraphy on its jacket, I suppose the book does look similar to the Quran on the outside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point I'm trying to make is that I felt quite touched by her sensitivity. We live in a multi-cultural society, but how much do we know about the people who are of a different race and religion from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Malays - well, since we are the majority in this country, chances are people know our taboos, our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dos and donts &lt;/span&gt;e.g we don't eat pork, only halal meat, and other cultural and religious needs. But how many of us Malays are aware about the needs of other races? I still come across Malays working at eating places who don't know that Indians don't eat beef and kick up a fuss when they are politely told so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sensitivity is great, as long as it applies to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does that sound fair to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well....that's just me saying. Other people may have other thoughts regarding this matter, this is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's quite enough I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114422722550613326?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114422722550613326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114422722550613326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114422722550613326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114422722550613326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10987827.post-114315358088026135</id><published>2006-03-24T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:49:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*OUCH*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went to a roller-skating rink for a friend's birthday today. Never skated before in my life, I have one of those moms who says 'no' to almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't as easy as it looked. Spent most of the first half-hour clinging to the railing. After that, I could actually skate forwards, but the problem was I didn't know how to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fell down quite a few times. I think I set a new record for that place. Fell on my rear end a few times, once I even collided with another person. Another time I fell on my left leg, I felt something cracked. Probably I pulled a ligament or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am SO gonna be sore tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That experience was like a reality check for me. I liked to think that I'd be able to do anything, learn new skills easily. Although I'm sure I'd be able to do it if I practiced long enough, but the fact that I'm not a very fast learner is a very sobering thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well, so I won't be able to make it for the cast of Starlight Express. I guess I'm just one of those people more suited to have both feet planted firmly on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114315358088026135?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114315358088026135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114315358088026135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114315358088026135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114315358088026135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/03/ouch.html' title='*OUCH*'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114304507621939558</id><published>2006-03-23T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:51:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!! (yet again..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello kids! (I know, I know, most of you people are old enough to be mak and bapak orang, but don't be offended...just humour me okay?)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Post-Human Development exam, I am still alive. How did it go? I have no idea. It was one of those strange papers where they asked the most trivial things. Just hope I did okay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neways, having 1 week of lectures now...kinda boring to be honest - with all due respect to the lecturers of course...it's just that ENT is not my thing. Snotty noses and waxy ears. If you're a medical student / junior doctor, and you're deciding on which area you want to specialize in, I've been told that you're supposed to choose something that doesn't gross you out. Yes people, it's not merely blood we have to deal with. There are other bodily secretions and a few other bits and pieces. For example, if you're comfortable looking at patients' sputum pots, then you can consider respiratory medicine. If you can look up people's as*es and still maintain your dignity, hey, we'll make a colorectal surgeon out of you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oookay, I'm sure most of you are put off already. So we'll move along swiftly. Sorry folks, if you mix around people in the medical profession long enough you'd notice that they'll bring their work wherever they go; at the dinner table, family gatherings, in conversations with random strangers. As long as there's an audience. It's just that we tend to think that other people are just as enthusiastic about the topic as we are, no matter how disgusting. These last 4 years, I've learned that no one in my family can stand the descriptions of the gory side of medicine, nor are they interested in it. So I've decided to keep my enthusiasm to myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheesh, it's like I'm having verbal diarrhoea or something (not exactly verbal la, since I'm typing them down). Neways, as the title suggested, I've been tagged! Kit's the culprit. So here goes....&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tag : 4 Things&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mak's secretary&lt;br /&gt;2) Everyone's driver&lt;br /&gt;3) Everyone's errand-girl (or woman, whatever)&lt;br /&gt;4) Azureen's photographer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 movies I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1) Meet Me in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;St Louis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lord of the Rings Trilogy (I don't care..this counts as one)&lt;br /&gt;3) Robin Hood : Men in Tights&lt;br /&gt;4) P. Ramlee's Bujang Lapok Series and Sarjan Hassan (I don't care!! They count as one as well!!)&lt;br /&gt;**This goes to prove that doctors can't count..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 places I've lived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Terengganu (I was born there...don't remember much for obvious reasons)&lt;br /&gt;2) Klang, Selangor&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A private halls of residence down the road. In my 2nd year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 tv shows I love to watch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I hate it when they ask this question. It's assumed that EVERYONE owns and watches tv. I don't have a tv here..only watch tv when I got back to Msia. But to answer the question:&lt;br /&gt;1) Whose Line is it Anyway&lt;br /&gt;2) CSI&lt;br /&gt;3) CSI : &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Miami&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Lonely Planet. When it's Ian Wright&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 places I've been on vacation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States of America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Egypt&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (I do go to countries in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SE Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; region...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 blogs I visit daily&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kit-and-Althie's&lt;br /&gt;2) Kenny Sia at kennysia.com. That bloke can really write!&lt;br /&gt;3) Afdlin Shauki's blog&lt;br /&gt;4) hmm sape lagi ye?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 favourite foods&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mak's chicken rice!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Tom Yam&lt;br /&gt;3) Mak's laksa johor&lt;br /&gt;4) Ayam berlada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 places I'd rather be..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Home&lt;br /&gt;2) Home&lt;br /&gt;3) Home&lt;br /&gt;4) Where the heart is..(apart from home la...)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 albums I can't live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1) Michael Buble's self-titled album&lt;br /&gt;2) Kumpulan Vokal Berharmoni album (hehe...what can I say..)&lt;br /&gt;3) Sudirman Dwidekad&lt;br /&gt;4) Francesca Peters' Suara Rindu Fran&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 vehicles I've owned&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ermm...basikal&lt;br /&gt;2) Basikal&lt;br /&gt;3) Basikal&lt;br /&gt;4) Kelisa (which is technically my sister's, but I share it with her)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 taggees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmm...&lt;br /&gt;1) Peah&lt;br /&gt;2) Yatt&lt;br /&gt;3) Niesa&lt;br /&gt;4) You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114304507621939558?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114304507621939558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114304507621939558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114304507621939558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114304507621939558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/03/tagged-yet-again_22.html' title='Tagged!! (yet again..)'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114247469314192771</id><published>2006-03-16T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:52:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jalan2 cari makan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been having GP attachment beginning this week...thursday's the last day (it's technically today, since it's already 1.45 am..). Wednesday's half day, the afternoons are reserved by the college for sports activities, regardless whether you're inclined to do it or not...no prizes for guessing my preference..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neways, since I had the afternoon off, my mind began to think of ways of keeping myself occupied for the day. Nevermind the exam on Friday, I just had to take a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I decided to go to Central London. Purely because the on the previous night just before I fell asleep I felt like eating chinese fried rice with sweet sour chicken at Chopstix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You might wonder why I actually travelled 45 minutes on the bus for a Chinese takeaway...well I wonder myself. Must be my upbringing. Growing up, I remember the whole family going on a long trip just to eat something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) Before Pizza Hut came to Seremban, my parents took my sisters and I to Malacca whenever we felt like having pizza. We would then stop by at Jusco on the way home coz my mom loves the danish bread there. Apart from Malacca, we used to go to The Mall in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) Ming Court Hotel in Port Dickson had the best ice kacang ever!! We'd go to PD during hot afternoons to treat ourselves. Don't know what happened to that hotel. Last I heard it was closed for renovation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) There was a time when we'd go to KL just because we wanted to eat steak at Victoria Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) Oh yes! Nasi daun pisang in PD Golf Club...one of our frequent haunts these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) Port Dickson again....on Saturdays or Sundays we used to go to this particular stall for breakfast..they have the best nasi lemak ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Come to think of it...it wasn't so much because of the food...it was the family trips that mattered..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114247469314192771?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114247469314192771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114247469314192771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114247469314192771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114247469314192771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/03/jalan2-cari-makan.html' title='Jalan2 cari makan....'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114191128060949801</id><published>2006-03-09T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:54:22.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To be perfectly honest, I feel that Paeds is the attachment (so far) that I've enjoyed the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Strange, the one specialty I had been planning and dreaming to do eversince I decided to go into medicine, it let me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or rather, I've let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe it's because of the circumstances, I didn't really enjoy the hospital rotation. It was done in such a way that you don't have any particular attachment to the department. Perhaps it's also because I had such an amazing time in O&amp;amp;G that when I started Paeds, it did not meet my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't get me wrong, paediatrics itself is an interesting subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, why do I wake up in the morning, trying to find excuses not to go for lectures although it's just 2 minutes' walk away? I still attend, of course, but more often than not, I sit there being (overly) critical of the lecture, and feeling cross at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm over reacting, but I cannot help it, no matter how many times I try to psych myself up, trying to be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see, I'm one of those people who can't change their minds about something once they've made their mind up. VERY unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disappointment was the first emotion I felt when I started this rotation. And it stayed that way, mostly because my mind refuses to see the silver lining around the dark cloud. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had just about enough. With the rotation, and with my negative attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114191128060949801?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114191128060949801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114191128060949801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114191128060949801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114191128060949801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-about-enough.html' title='Just about enough'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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-10987827.post-114178455555748887</id><published>2006-03-08T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:54:46.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, changed how my blog looks. Not that it makes any difference, but self-satisfaction is important, u know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have O&amp;amp;G and Paediatrics exams on 17th March, which explains why I suddenly have the burning desire to blog + change the template instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's 2:19 am. I better sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10987827-114178455555748887?l=haniizhar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/feeds/114178455555748887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10987827&amp;postID=114178455555748887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114178455555748887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10987827/posts/default/114178455555748887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haniizhar.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-again.html' title='Not again!'/><author><name>Hani Izhar</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></feed>
