<?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-24257023</id><updated>2012-01-31T12:54:23.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Syad.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4415648524978571936</id><published>2012-01-31T02:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:36:12.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks and Destiny</title><content type='html'>I have a habit of checking recent status updates on my BBM. Somehow tonite i see alot of people complaining about the fireworks. I mean, what's the big deal people? It's only for one night and it is for a cultural celebration, not some Rave Party. Hokkien people celebrate New Year on the 9th (or was it 7th?) day of CNY. This is what living in a multicultural country is, people. Everyone's life will&amp;nbsp;intersect&amp;nbsp;with these events regardless whether or not you are religiously or culturally related to it. Take the azan subuh &amp;nbsp;every morning for example and go figure. Haiya u guys aaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway.. had a good 2 hour session of futsal. Sprained my knee or shins I'm not sure but whatever it is, it's uncomfortable in that area and I cant sleep. I'm too annoyed by those said ignorant statuses to sit on BBM, so I thought I'd blog... just to distract me for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 2 hours of futsal ended up with a 30minute fattening session with a bachelorette cake cutting session for Julie and Sasha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The cake..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSFLt9eAqiI/Tydc_pa0SBI/AAAAAAAABL0/odyBdyyICg4/s1600/431508_10150556580954214_569299213_8640888_279404811_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSFLt9eAqiI/Tydc_pa0SBI/AAAAAAAABL0/odyBdyyICg4/s320/431508_10150556580954214_569299213_8640888_279404811_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And this is how you cut the cake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;At the crotch as it symbolizes...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... the launch of a new sport that burns more calories ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLM7m_ew6O0/Tydedqm1YqI/AAAAAAAABME/UVN-5-HR-oQ/s1600/398430_10150556642364214_569299213_8641004_319959002_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HLM7m_ew6O0/Tydedqm1YqI/AAAAAAAABME/UVN-5-HR-oQ/s320/398430_10150556642364214_569299213_8641004_319959002_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, more weddings on the way.. Pressure? Nah, not really.&amp;nbsp;As much as I am ready to settle down and start an actual life selain menunaikan sunnah nabi dan tanggungjawab sebagai khalifah Allah, I don't &amp;nbsp;feel really pressured. I am more intrigue to experience the journey to my own happy ever ending story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's few things i learned over the past few months based on my own experience...&lt;br /&gt;1. Late 20s, or for some mid 30s.. men and women are both looking for their life partners.. the thing is, if u are still single at this age, it means that you haven't found 'The One'.. but has it ever crossed your mind that the one might just be in front of u all along? but u were too cocky and thot he/she wasnt good enuff for you? Are you forgetting that your dream gal/guy don't exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Nice, geeky, good men prefer hot sexy girls popular girls. They THINK they deserve them despite the fact that they can't handle them. Else they would have gotten them in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bad boys who have tasted all types of girls would find geeky, good girls sexy. When they get one, they wanna marry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Geeky girls cant seem to trust bad boys to be their husbands.... hahahhaha.. so mcm no point kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. All goes back to point 1. &amp;nbsp;The thing is - Bila kita minta pada Tuhan untuk ditemukan jodoh, tuhan tak berikan kita jodoh dari langit. Dia kenalkan kita kepada beberapa lelaki/perempuan untuk kita belajar mengenali jodoh kita. He brings us the wrong ones for us to fall in love with and then break our hearts so we learn to figure out the right one and love them the right way. After all, god has a funny way to teach you the meaning of &lt;b&gt;destiny&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya.. with what I have now, I am intrigue to see where this journey takes me and who God has for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Please God, help him this time. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4415648524978571936?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4415648524978571936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4415648524978571936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2012/01/fireworks-and-destiny.html' title='Fireworks and Destiny'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSFLt9eAqiI/Tydc_pa0SBI/AAAAAAAABL0/odyBdyyICg4/s72-c/431508_10150556580954214_569299213_8640888_279404811_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1860347370600677080</id><published>2012-01-26T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:57:43.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying fit and Don't Jinx it!</title><content type='html'>Here's the thing - The moment you say you wanna do something, that's when you are actually gonna stop doing it.. Just like when I said I thought of writing film reviews again and blog it, that's when all my dreams went in to the blackhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nway.. Happy New Year! So it's already 2012 huh.. and naturally, i did not update anything in this blog since d last one. Of course. Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year, my resolution is not to have a resolution.. I don't think I've ever set a resolution but even if I did, I should never say it. Or else it will just die as I am capable of jinxing my own wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am testing myself on something and I do hope writing this doesn't kill it. And I do hope it becomes a motivation for myself to strive better and for you readers to inspire.. or &lt;i&gt;kutuk&lt;/i&gt;.. which ever makes you happy,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;couldn't be bothered. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;made my 2nd trip to India. I was only 24 when I last visited on a 20days backpacking trip through Delhi-Agra-Jaipur-Jodhpur-Udaipur. My travel partner and I both slept in trains, walked miles with our backpacks, slept at stations. On top of that, we were on a vegetarian diet the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play that vision in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Last Christmas, I was 28.. Had meat on the 2nd day and the days after, slept in a nice hotel and travelled in a van. My luggage bag? A Ralph Lauren with wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you would think I've gone bitchier and spoilt. But that's really not the issue. I went with my family, so of course it's much fancier than going on a backpacking. (Had to hide that fact so it makes me sound snobbish.. need to dramatize, hahaha.. No worries, I still go backpacking and in fact, I just came back from backpacking in Thailand a month prior to this trip anyway)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Jaipur, I decided to tour the town on my own as I've seen the places in the guide's itinerary. Our hotel is literally just behind the place I stayed 4 years ago. I took the same old path that I took the last time by foot to Pink City. If the pedometer was right, it comes to about 6.4km. Here's two things to remember -&lt;br /&gt;1) Streets in India are not like what we have in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;2)India is not as hot during winter. I managed to walk the 6.4km path and walked around the city like the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la.. But when it was time to return to the hotel, I developed a profound respect for my younger self.&amp;nbsp;Because at 28, I got tired, my legs got tired, I lost my patience and took the Trishaw instead. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing... After my cyst operation in 2010, I started to eat less salt and cared more about my period.. Last July I resigned from managing artiste because I wanted to have a work-life balance for a better state of health... &amp;nbsp;And this India 6.4km-failure experience makes me wanna be just - fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget loosing weight. I would rather be fat and strong than thin but weak... aaarh you get what i mean.. Also..&lt;br /&gt;i) I see a lot of young people, people my age getting sick nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;ii) I see a lot of young people, people my age die of some sickness.. *Innalillah*&lt;br /&gt;iii) I see a lot of young people, people my age lead very unhealthy lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;iv)&amp;nbsp;I see a lot of young people, people my age having problems to conceive&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. (Yeah, i wanna have a baby. I just need a husband.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv)&amp;nbsp;Jennifer Aniston is f*ckin hot and she is 42!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So upon my return to Malaysia, i have managed to keep workout in my daily routine. I've yet to hit the gym (although my personal trainer, Hairul wud have been a better motivator in gettin me disciplined. I figured I'll try make it on my own and then look for him when I am ready for more intensity) but I've been constant on my Yoga, Squash and Futsal.. My futsal schedule stays as usual - Monday nights with an additional one new session with the office team on Thursdays.. Yoga on Tuesdays and Saturday... Squash on Wednesday and Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 6 weeks and Alhamdulillah.. I could feel that I am breathing better, sleeping better and more focused.. A 30minute game can now go on up to a 1.5hour session.. the Warrior pose seems easier to sustain and the Sun Salutation seems simpler. Work has been amazing, more work gets done during the day and no work reaches home except for my school homework (Ya, i am doing my Masters Degree at the moment).. With all this, i hope to regain my younger stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. but then again, the reason why the 6 weeks had worked is because I never said anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1860347370600677080?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1860347370600677080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1860347370600677080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2012/01/staying-fit-and-dont-jinx-it.html' title='Staying fit and Don&apos;t Jinx it!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4324425300960542709</id><published>2011-12-05T16:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:25:29.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ombak Rindu-ism.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YP1wkTEhiU/Tt3XLIhNNCI/AAAAAAAABKs/630FTrCKgDM/s1600/294618_217682658298766_159183310815368_551253_757825080_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YP1wkTEhiU/Tt3XLIhNNCI/AAAAAAAABKs/630FTrCKgDM/s400/294618_217682658298766_159183310815368_551253_757825080_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since i last wrote any film reviews... Well at least not for malay movies due to.. err 'political' reasons? Now that i'm 'artiste-free' and not in any in position to be responsible of anyone's career, i think i should be safe..right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, added with the handful of free time i have in hand at the moment, i'm gonna write about Ombak Rindu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they filmed Ombak Rindu circa mid-2010, i had a question in mind - "Why Maya Karin?"... Isn't it that after the year 2007, somewhere in the Unofficial Rule of Malay Films has stated that - any&lt;i&gt; 'gadis kampung, baik-baik, gadis idaman, cantik, melayu-habis-punya-cantik-giler-dan-kampung-habis'&lt;/i&gt; role would be played by non other than Nur Fazura Sharifuddin. So having some knowledge about the story, I thought typically this kind of role would be given to Fazura..&amp;nbsp;Especially that Maya Karin, to me, has always been this &lt;i&gt;'classic sounding, primadona-ish looking'&lt;/i&gt; tanned Mat Salleh.Yes, Maya has played significant malay roles especially for &lt;b&gt;Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam&lt;/b&gt;, (&lt;a href="http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-raya-fedex-box-is-finally-here.html"&gt;which you can refer here for my take&lt;/a&gt;) BUT to me, this Nurul Izzah doesn't quite fit her charisma.. And the choice of Lisa Surihani as Mila? It could also be Fazura's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the outcome? Maya Karin and Lisa Surihani. El dente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have read the book, this cinematic version might disappoint you but not as much as &lt;b&gt;Lagenda Budak Setan&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;a href="http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-to-love-or-hate-about-lagenda.html"&gt;here's my take&lt;/a&gt;).Yes, there are some situational differences between the literature and the film but it's not like it changes the story line. I guess director Osman Ali knew that the&amp;nbsp;exaggeration&amp;nbsp;was necessary to infuse the emotions and capture the audience as literature and motion picture does bring a different psychological impact.&amp;nbsp;The screenplay is well constructed with a fair share of time and space without butchering the&amp;nbsp;narrative&amp;nbsp;flow. Almost every scene is necessary and serves a purpose.&amp;nbsp;I dont find my time wasted observing pointless camera pans, or meaningless overated&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'lari tepi sawah and jatuh masuk lumpur'&lt;/i&gt; montages. If you were expecting a hint of Maya Karin's hotness in wet t-shirt in the paddy fields, then no. Go watch Cun, you perv!! Shooh! Shooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many things I love about this film is the framing of the scenes.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Although most shots are &lt;i&gt;diegetic&lt;/i&gt;, the film displays constructive mise-en-scene and the camera works to its best of the scenes' interest. Like for example, in the scene at the train station where Izzah (played by Maya Karin) leaves Mail (played by Bront Palarae),&amp;nbsp;a high-angle extreme long shot of Izzah walking away from Mail, points to their&amp;nbsp;vulnerability&amp;nbsp;- signifying the last chance Mail has to ever be with her and for her to embark a dreadful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best cinematographic points in the film, in my opinion, would be the scene where Hariz (played by Aaron Aziz) vowed to love Izzah unconditionally under a tree by the little cliff overlooking the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3OXYihkfjM/Tt27I97mV2I/AAAAAAAABKA/9zDgpy2CpsE/s1600/mk2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3OXYihkfjM/Tt27I97mV2I/AAAAAAAABKA/9zDgpy2CpsE/s320/mk2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The composition of the background looks surreal as if it was a painting and shot in a sound studio but regardless, studio or not, i think it was well captured. The backlight creates a silhouette to both actors, making the shot a signature of the film. As the camera pulls back, the angle widens, revealing the depth of the isolated, sacred love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtIAubc5EQs/Tt27IFkhGNI/AAAAAAAABJ8/fqaK6v2Jbgc/s1600/GWTW_3lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtIAubc5EQs/Tt27IFkhGNI/AAAAAAAABJ8/fqaK6v2Jbgc/s320/GWTW_3lg.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;WAIT!.. that's not Ombak Rindu... That's &lt;b&gt;Gone With The Wind&lt;/b&gt;.. hahahha.. spot the similarities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCMvwdf0t9M/Tt27JbBsvJI/AAAAAAAABKI/osETBrGYuC4/s1600/MV5BMjE1MTk0MTE5NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMTUxNzg4._V1._SY317_CR2%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCMvwdf0t9M/Tt27JbBsvJI/AAAAAAAABKI/osETBrGYuC4/s200/MV5BMjE1MTk0MTE5NF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwMTUxNzg4._V1._SY317_CR2%252C0%252C214%252C317_.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ombak Rindu... (if only i have a screenshot of that particular scene from the film... but you guys know what i mean right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtg3CUb0Ruo/Tt29F9aF4DI/AAAAAAAABKc/t_3Zs2e7bRs/s1600/Picture1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtg3CUb0Ruo/Tt29F9aF4DI/AAAAAAAABKc/t_3Zs2e7bRs/s1600/Picture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the film doesn't exhibit much creativity in it's editing. No fancy editing tricks that I can remember. But then again, the excellent camera works does not call for fancy editing after all. Its M&amp;amp;E (Music &amp;amp; Effect) should be given some credit as well. I am asucker for minimal soundtrack ever since Wong Kar Wai's &lt;b&gt;In The Mood For Love&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;where he made several renditions of &lt;i&gt;Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps&lt;/i&gt; and only that song throughout the film. Ombak Rindu shares two impactful soundtracks, both by Akademi Fantasia's Hafiz and Adira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure you are looking for my take on the actors. I mean, typically Malaysians are more interested in the actors' performances rather than the film as a whole. So i am gonna throw in my toughts anyway.. &amp;nbsp;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors. Overall despite their huge individual popularity have successfully carried the film up a notch with their performances. Lisa Surihani finally came out one step from her mould by playing Mila. Finally Lisa.. finally! Her previous portrayal as Ayu in Lagenda Budak Setan was just wrong. Aaron Aziz and Bront Palarae has always shown good performance in their works. Aaron Aziz was only just too good looking as Seth Tan and all other previous work made him hard to hate in the beginning of the film. But he pulled it off anyway. The on-screen chemistry between him and Maya works.&amp;nbsp;As mentioned, Maya proved me wrong. Hopefully proved everyone wrong about her capability in portraying Nurul Izzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about Maya Karin that amazes me is that - do you notice that she hardly speaks? Is it me or is it really her dialogues are always minimal.&amp;nbsp;I guess she's gifted with good facial expression. From Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam to Pisau Cukur without saying a word, she speaks.. She can love you and eat you at the same time if she had to. All in a silence... imagine first she laughs at your jokes with those smiley eyes.. and then you die.. just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's quite hard to compute seeing Izzah older that Mila when Mila and Hariz were supposedly about the same age.. Hariz and Izzah suits the picture as Maya and Aaron both have that maturity.. but comparatively speaking, Lisa looks way youthful.. If ever there is an age specification in the story, I think the youngest would be Izzah...or else Mila is just an extreme bitchy spoilt brat who grew too fast and probably got her period at 10yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ombak Rindu is not always sweet and nice. Imagine a picture almost perfect only to be spoiled by a bulging muffin top. Yeap, that's one problem I find in this film - Wardrobe. Why let Julia Ziegler wear such tight dress? Mila is a rich, smart, talented girl but she surely has bad clothes! Somebody help her. Another drawback of the film is its continuity. I would like to end this review with a list of &lt;b&gt;Ombak Rindu Bloopers.. &lt;/b&gt;but at the same time i don't wanna spoil it as i really want you all to go watch the movie. So i'm gonna save the bloopers for another entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, just for kicks - Lookout for this scene.. Without missing the dialogues (cos it is an important scene), pay attention the water level. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2v6zKlj2Jk/Tt3T1uC5bhI/AAAAAAAABKk/vP1aglf16r4/s1600/ombak+rindu+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v2v6zKlj2Jk/Tt3T1uC5bhI/AAAAAAAABKk/vP1aglf16r4/s320/ombak+rindu+3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4324425300960542709?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4324425300960542709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4324425300960542709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/12/maya-karin-is-scrawny-and-aaron-aziz-is.html' title='Ombak Rindu-ism.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6YP1wkTEhiU/Tt3XLIhNNCI/AAAAAAAABKs/630FTrCKgDM/s72-c/294618_217682658298766_159183310815368_551253_757825080_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-3396897740953251875</id><published>2011-11-16T15:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T03:36:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am serious about the Jennifer Aniston perfume.</title><content type='html'>So&amp;nbsp;Jennifer Aniston is&amp;nbsp;my current obsession.. There's something about her Forty-and-Fabulous mantra that i inspires me.. Rachel was never really my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;Friend but she is now.. FYI, Joey for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 28th birthday two months ago.. Being 28, earning and all, i don't really have any birthday wishlist but there is something i want someone to give me as a gift instead of me buying it for myself. It's the Jennifer Aniston fragrance by yours truly, Jen Aniston. So whenever a friend asks me what do i want, i'll just mention it.. Oh and i am not worried about getting multiple bottles of the perfume because it's only sold at selected Harrods and Sephora outside of Malaysia.. I mean let's face it. I'm fat and ugly.. so who would really go all the way to get me one? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are the reactions that i got when i said i wanted a Jennifer Aniston perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me: Oh, i nak Jennifer Aniston punya perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;T : &lt;i&gt;*looking clueless and paused for a bit*&lt;/i&gt; O okaaaay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me : &lt;i&gt;*grin*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;T : Are u sure you don't want something else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me : Yeap, that's all i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;T : I mean... are u sure there is such thing? and that you don't want something else instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Y: Oookaaay... you seriously need to get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me : It's just a friggin perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Y: There is no perfume!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me : Yes there is! Jennifer Aniston sendiri cakap die punye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Y: Ok get a life.. you are imagining things already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;P :&lt;i&gt; *pats me at the back while givin me the&amp;nbsp;pity&amp;nbsp;look*&lt;/i&gt; "Now, Syad.. it's okay.. Not every celebrity have their own perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me : No, Jennifer Aniston has one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;P : It's okay.. she will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Case 4 (just happened last night)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;R: &lt;i&gt;*looks at me blankly*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me: Okay, kau bukan yang pertama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;R:&lt;i&gt; *paused*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Me: Memang wujud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;R: Hahhahaha, aku ingat kau da gile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS.. i am not&amp;nbsp;hallucinating. The perfume really exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Haaa.. look! siap dia pegang lagi..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ade shadow kat belakang summore, means i couldn't have superimposed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UColneersBQ/TsNg11pjVNI/AAAAAAAABJM/-WBkCcw2nxk/s1600/jennifer_aniston_perfume1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UColneersBQ/TsNg11pjVNI/AAAAAAAABJM/-WBkCcw2nxk/s320/jennifer_aniston_perfume1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's one thing about me.. I am an artiste manager's dream. Any artiste manager (and of course, artiste) would dream to have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously..&amp;nbsp;it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those who defines an artiste's selling power. I am totally a buyer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;IF&lt;/b&gt; i LIKE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok how pathetic is this? i bought a Miu Miu bag years ago just because Reese Witherspoon had it. Reese could have one because she makes 8million bucks per movie. So you can actually say that i bought it because SHE could afford it... hmmmm no wonder the US economy is stronger than us... because of idiots like me! .. oh wait, huh? hik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Spice Girls? and their range of merchandise? Cadbury chocolates with signatures of each spice printed on the wrappings.. the Spice Polaroid cameras... Crisps sold in 5 different flavors, each endorsed by a &amp;nbsp;spice... Spice Impulse body spray... Guess who had them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sucker! heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-3396897740953251875?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3396897740953251875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3396897740953251875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-am-serious-about-jennifer-aniston.html' title='I am serious about the Jennifer Aniston perfume.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UColneersBQ/TsNg11pjVNI/AAAAAAAABJM/-WBkCcw2nxk/s72-c/jennifer_aniston_perfume1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-82238636781067126</id><published>2011-10-27T10:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:24:19.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wanna bitch... real quick.</title><content type='html'>So i am back to working at the office.. and as a manager of a rather small IT company, a subsidiary of a much larger (much much larger) consulting company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, even though i am a boss (to some certain extend), i have bosses.. and like it or not, even at my current position, i have to face the MADD syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, &lt;b&gt;Management Attention Deficit Disorder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most bosses, ESPECIALLY bosses with non-technical backgrounds have MADD.. they give u a dateline, and you work your ass towards it, but along the way they call you a zillion times on your direct line asking for progress update and senseless repetitive questions... ok wait, mine's calling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, my paper is done... and is already out for printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this guy is asking me - &lt;b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Did you include the adjustments we finalized last night?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr.... why on earth would i spend my night at the office on a public holiday to finalize my paper and then not use it at the end? Isn't final...final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get that question. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-82238636781067126?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/82238636781067126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/82238636781067126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-wanna-bitch-real-quick.html' title='Just wanna bitch... real quick.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7428528856166950160</id><published>2011-10-24T02:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T02:20:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Taco El Domingo... like finally!</title><content type='html'>So i've been having this ridiculous craving for tacos for almost 2 months now.. i tried a few mexican places around KL but couldn't find anything as cheap as Taco Bell.. i mean Taco Bell is a fast food chain restaurant, of course it's cheap, duh! But i mean, why does Malaysian made Mexican tacos have beans? All i want is just the plain cheap-ass Taco style i.e beef, iceberg and cheese.. that's all. No beans, no diced tomatoes... And why is so difficult to get hard shelled Tacos? Ok fine, soft shell tacos do exist... but it is supposed to be made of corn! All taco shells, hard or soft are made of corn.. There's really a difference in taste between regular tortilla and corn tortilla alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so my frustration resulted to an all-cousin Mexican lunch. Entire meal prepared by Chef Syad Rodriguez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW6h9aJtfx4/Tqb8BzSvyqI/AAAAAAAABI0/4bp6KiWXuAg/s1600/312541_10150338696621704_607091703_8181372_53564435_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW6h9aJtfx4/Tqb8BzSvyqI/AAAAAAAABI0/4bp6KiWXuAg/s320/312541_10150338696621704_607091703_8181372_53564435_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu :&lt;br /&gt;Hard Shell Beef tacos - Build your own.&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;Fresh home made salsa&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Margarita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T98kfwQKERI/Tqb8EQhWpQI/AAAAAAAABI8/7TA9veHRmxk/s1600/IMG03646-20111023-1532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T98kfwQKERI/Tqb8EQhWpQI/AAAAAAAABI8/7TA9veHRmxk/s320/IMG03646-20111023-1532.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was quite fulfilling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT now i think... i might have just gotten into another obsession -- Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos later that night, i made a loaf of bread!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NToXijkiffU/Tqb8A1-mJdI/AAAAAAAABIs/ho6EYAru2XA/s1600/310881_10150334179986704_607091703_8158529_560705006_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NToXijkiffU/Tqb8A1-mJdI/AAAAAAAABIs/ho6EYAru2XA/s320/310881_10150334179986704_607091703_8158529_560705006_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7428528856166950160?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7428528856166950160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7428528856166950160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-taco-el-domingo-like-finally.html' title='My Taco El Domingo... like finally!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bW6h9aJtfx4/Tqb8BzSvyqI/AAAAAAAABI0/4bp6KiWXuAg/s72-c/312541_10150338696621704_607091703_8181372_53564435_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1817279623236322442</id><published>2011-10-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:46:59.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the commitment issues.</title><content type='html'>I have commitment issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There i said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed another round of FRIENDS.. and i am thinking of going for another spin.. But another side of me wants to move on to Modern Family or The Office.. I tried watching Modern Family season 1 disc 1.. but my mind was playing FRIENDS... but i try not to swap discs.. even to my favorite episode..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bcos i know for a fact that if i were to watch the episode with Ross playing the bagpipes, i would get distracted with Rachel's short hair and i would try to trace back the prior episodes as to why is Rachel's hair short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that could mean i have to watch another 3 or 4 more episodes, i don't know. Along the way, God knows what other issues that i might encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart really wants to be with FRIENDS.. but there's 10 seasons all together.. and some seasons have 6 discs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine the commitment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1817279623236322442?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1817279623236322442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1817279623236322442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-with-commitment-issues.html' title='The one with the commitment issues.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5220594302562223580</id><published>2011-10-20T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T22:36:33.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one with the routine</title><content type='html'>My resignation from Marsha is still a topic whenever i meet people.. Due to some very obvious reason, the silent, low profile separation isn't so low now that people dont ask me those annoying stressful "bila nak kahwin?" questions anymore but this instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've developed a routine for such potential situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: So you're not doin entertainment business anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not really.. I still do.&lt;br /&gt;Person A: Oh! That's great! So what do u do now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, i'm doing F.R.I.E.N.D.S... I watch it a lot.. I am a viewer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bonus scene - uncut)&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm into my 17th season now.&lt;br /&gt;Person A : 17? I thought F.R.I.E.N.D.S only had 10 season?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well... ya... But if you watch the series sequentially for the 2nd round.. season 7 is like season 17.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5220594302562223580?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5220594302562223580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5220594302562223580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-wih-routine.html' title='The one with the routine'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7281867178665015481</id><published>2011-09-29T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T10:58:22.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would have thought?</title><content type='html'>So we are on the 2nd last day before September ends. Can the days go any slower??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaayyy.. just want to ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been appearing on all sorts of Entertainment media over this past week - Melodi, Galaxy, papers, online tv, blogs, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, let's be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up and until now, my GOAL is to appear on Business magazines or papers like &lt;b&gt;The Edge&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Business Malaysia&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;SME&lt;/b&gt; or sumthing. Or at least some geeky magazines like &lt;b&gt;PC World&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DREAM would be &lt;b&gt;Fortune&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Times&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO sekarang ni.. target gua ada sikit lari la... agak laa... tapi gua ok... takpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iC2NyGRaIu0/ToPenkmOOTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/k_XytCfvUVA/s1600/off-target.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iC2NyGRaIu0/ToPenkmOOTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/k_XytCfvUVA/s320/off-target.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7281867178665015481?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7281867178665015481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7281867178665015481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-would-have-thought.html' title='Who would have thought?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iC2NyGRaIu0/ToPenkmOOTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/k_XytCfvUVA/s72-c/off-target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6045815867174741399</id><published>2011-09-21T05:55:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T00:35:35.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last cry</title><content type='html'>In less than 12 hours i will be doing my last Press Conference with Marsha... This will mark the last day of my service as her official representative. When I submitted my handover notes to her and her new manager on Monday, it was a relieve. I thought i would do better as days pass but somehow...somehow.. After emailing her the final QnA for tomorrow's PC, i cant help but to feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight i've decided to skip my medication and let my self maneuver the night however the mind, the heart, the soul wants. My sleeping pills are of no use tonight, well at least now i have1 extra dosage to spare for sleepless nights. So here i am.. At 4.20am, still wide awake, weeping away. I've tossed and turn on this bed since midnight. All the good memories with her rolls like an old silent movie. All rusty, but picture perfect. Just like how our years working together was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background i'm listening to Winter Sonata's 'My Memory'.. on repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3ye.eu/491634_winter-sonata-my-memory-instrumental-piano-and-violin-version-mp3-download.html"&gt;winter sonata - my memory&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://dc234.4shared.com/img/298535424/c452c8cc/dlink__2Fdownload_2FmlXLzZmY_3Ftsid_3D20110726-081615-b9c1db55/preview.mp3&amp;amp;volume=60&amp;amp;frontcolor=0973C7" height="24" id="play" src="http://www.4shared.com/flash/player/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="205" wmode="opaque"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt; Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.mp3ye.eu/"&gt;mp3ye.eu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;script src="http://www.mp3ye.eu/embed.php" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey was great. It was never perfect, it surely wasn't always sweet but it was great. It had everything a friendship and a partnership should have. It was a growing process between two very different people who decided that they could change each other's life in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We first met on the 29th of August 2005, just 2 days before i had to return to Michigan. I was only two semesters away from graduating with a degree in Computer Engineering. She was this 19 year old puppy eyed girl who had nothing much to say. Maybe because i was presenting her website to Shawn and her sister Michele, or maybe she was just Marsha. The type who would let other's speak before her when it comes to work matters. The under-confident girl she was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept in touch once in awhile when i was away.. In 2006, i came back to Malaysia for good but was staying in Penang as i was working for Intel. I think it was around mid or late of 2007, that i received a text from her saying that she had problems with her maxis broadband... or was it her laptop?.. Either ways, she needed help to fix it. So i came over to her place and i think that was the first time we actually hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r64d7Aq5TLw/TnlOy6pjO6I/AAAAAAAABIE/RpPpTs_vv8I/s1600/n812213826_721443_7794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r64d7Aq5TLw/TnlOy6pjO6I/AAAAAAAABIE/RpPpTs_vv8I/s200/n812213826_721443_7794.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime early 2008, as i was on my way to the airport for some reasons i dont recall, she texted me  to ask if i was available to accompany her to a show with Avon at their HQ the next day. She knew no one that was available. Marsha had no car back then and went everywhere by cab. I took up that offer because i wanted to see her perform as i've never seen her shows before at that point of time... Oh, at that time i was already following The Fabulous Cats around for shows and i knew a thing or two about sound and all that showbiz routines. But marsha didn't know about it and only figured it out during soundcheck when i appeared to know what 'monitor' was, what 'reverb' was and all that jargons... Whatever it is, i guess you can call that our first show together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grew closer since. She would bring me to events that i wanted to go, we would take a drive and she would spend time at my condo if Kefli wasn't around. By July of 2008 she moved in to a double storey house with Velvet. A house which we both picked. Marsha was always this person who needed a second opinion to support what she felt. It's like she was never confident of her instinct. To be honest, between us both she was the more intuitive one. The one with the better instinct. I am more&amp;nbsp;of a thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in august of that year, we sat in my home office at my condo and chat about her future. By the 2nd of September 2008, Marsha Londoh Entertainment was born.. And that was the beginning of OUR JOURNEY. I recall marsha cooked ayam masak kicap and kari telur that night for dinner in celebration of her newly born company. See, Marsha was pretty much a stay home girl back then. She cooked in celebration instead of dining out like most of us would. Often times it would be her, Kefli and I at the dining table.. Ya, always just the three of us. Many would think that i probably hated Kefli, but frankly speaking, he was a nice guy. Or at least he was respectful. Until today we would still acknowledge each other whenever we meet. Well, he is in my BBM n we do talk once in a while, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They broke up later that year, and Mawi got married in January. As for me, i was managing The Fabulous Cats full time and Marsha basically followed us everywhere when she's not too busy. She would hang out with us at the studio till late night and was always supportive of my career as an artiste manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcNLgkwwKJ4/TnlORPELh-I/AAAAAAAABIA/bhYp7qgJZuc/s1600/n812213826_1355704_359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcNLgkwwKJ4/TnlORPELh-I/AAAAAAAABIA/bhYp7qgJZuc/s320/n812213826_1355704_359.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the 2nd of February 2009, we flew off to Jakarta for a quick holiday. That was when she&amp;nbsp;sparked the idea of having her own jeans line. We managed to create a few pairs while there.&amp;nbsp;Upon arrival in Kuala Lumpur, she went off to Pangkor immediately to shoot Senario Beach Boys and i had to prepare for the arrival of the new member of The Fabulous Cats, Wangi Julianda. It was a tough time for me juggling between members of the band and work. She was also struggling being on set on her own. So we would share stories and exchange MMSes to get by each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would do random things really, from decorating the house to gardening to just driving down to AnW at 3am. Once we were so bored, we drove down to lorong haji taib at 1am to look at transvestites.  We couldn't find any so we headed to The Ship and had steak at 2am. Marsha lives for food and would crave for something really random at the oddest hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_QE6UsvKdo/TnoRT35PaaI/AAAAAAAABII/pe2lcYeI22k/s1600/5611_103876183826_812213826_2057905_493234_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c_QE6UsvKdo/TnoRT35PaaI/AAAAAAAABII/pe2lcYeI22k/s200/5611_103876183826_812213826_2057905_493234_a.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the sweetest memories was when i forced her to drive. Yeap, i&amp;nbsp;literally&amp;nbsp;forced her to drive my back then, Savvy AMT. It was her first driving lesson..... And it was as if breaks never exist. Imagine the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the road, in April 2009, just when we were about to get ready to Anggun's showcase, Marsha received a call with a bad news that turned everything we had around - Maestro Talent Management closed down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not easy for most Maestro Talents and staffs. But as for Marsha, she pretty much had it. She has her own company that was already taking care of things for her and she was one of the 5 talents who were absorbed by Astro Entertainment. And it was only natural for me i guess, to leave the Fabulous Cats. Cat Farish and the rest supported my decision as they all loved Marsha. Marsha too was always giving in to the band, if the band needed me more, she would let me go. It was easy but i'm only human. By June, i was mostly with Marsha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekzheDb3U6E/TnoR1ocxanI/AAAAAAAABIM/jp3KC-xS884/s1600/29913_400642913826_812213826_4176540_5933193_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekzheDb3U6E/TnoR1ocxanI/AAAAAAAABIM/jp3KC-xS884/s320/29913_400642913826_812213826_4176540_5933193_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's when the REAL journey begins. It wasn't an easy ride. It was a lot of hardwork. Every decision had to be agreed by both, or at least by me.&lt;a href="http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-do-we-go-from-here.html"&gt; Read this old post if you have some time to spare&lt;/a&gt;. I told you rite, thats just Marsha. Marsha always said &lt;i&gt;"We are in this together."&lt;/i&gt; and she wont tolerate me joking about splitting cos for her, saying it is like a prayer. That was the Marsha that i remembered. We were built on trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years... Through team work, we 'traveled' from singles to singles, contracts to contracts, productions to productions, an album from none. A lot of frustration and heartbreaks we both endured together. Of course there were fights and we get to each other's nerves all the time. But tonite i want to cherish the beautiful memories and lay them on a bed of marshmellows. Because in a few more hours, it will be my last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6045815867174741399?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6045815867174741399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6045815867174741399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-last-cry.html' title='One last cry'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r64d7Aq5TLw/TnlOy6pjO6I/AAAAAAAABIE/RpPpTs_vv8I/s72-c/n812213826_721443_7794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5033470446870020019</id><published>2011-04-08T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T01:22:29.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 is not enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-YmFx2Wuf0/TZ8BylbdfDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6K1Q9gwWhzI/s1600/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-YmFx2Wuf0/TZ8BylbdfDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6K1Q9gwWhzI/s320/photo+%25281%2529.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat.. but what to do, that's the way it is i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Berita Harian keluarkan lagi cerita Marsha. Thanks Kak Cham for giving us the cover of Hip.. Berita Harian again. Two covers within 1 month in the same newspaper is not easy.. We are thankful for all the opportunities given by the newspapers. It's truly an honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to complain. Any story is good publicity in the industry.. And publicity is important.. That's just how it is. After all, its not a bad story.. It's not controversial pun.. We've had worst, or at least Marsha's had worst. The girl's gone through tormenting ones before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some space to release some thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the press is more interested in writing about Mr.Z.. and for the past 3 weeks, we have only read full page articles with headlines saying "Keluarga Terima Kekasih Marsha" "Marsha sedia bergelar isteri" etc in a total of 4 unique major newspapers so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1&lt;/b&gt; - Is Mr.Z really the one?.. well maybe? I dont know.. we don't know.. Marsha doesn't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2&lt;/b&gt; - Isn't there anything else that Marsha's doing? Other than being Mrs.Z?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm... I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We launched Marsha's debut album in January. The physical CD of "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yang Pertama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" will be out next week. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Awan Dania 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is nearing its finale.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Asmara 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;has gone into the 4th episode, i think.. the filem &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; pulled through successfully into 2nd week.. "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" is already at the radio stations, and hopefully picks up.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kum Kum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; will be out on Tuesday on astro Ria..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOoooooooo...With&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;projects out, Marsha still makes a better girlfriend than as an actress AND singer combined?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heartache isn't really about why the press loves writing on Marsha's personal matters.. it has been that way for as long as anyone can remember, it is like that and it will be like that.. After all, that's what puts Marsha through the papers for the past 6 years.. Thank You..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my question is - Isn't Marsha doing enough work to get credits for? At least a write up on her work.. give her some credits in a paragraph or two, at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is demotivating for the girl when she has 6 projects out and people don't remember reading about it but her love life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am her manager. She is a hard working and dedicated artiste. We put our time to plan out our year, to strategize on our plans and to analyze our strategies.. &amp;nbsp;We both work day and night to make things work. To sustain, to mantain and to survive. While she is busy at the location, i'll be at the office brainstorming, making the best decisions for her. While i'm out working out deals, she stays on set with her best ethics, attitude, and talent to win more deals for the future.. We fight, we make up, we stumble, we stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that 6 projects you read above don't come easy i tell you, that's for sure. Each and every title above has its own little tale.. You'll love Marsha more if you knew the stories that lies behind those titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that she was up for 46 hours working straight through 2 shoots (Asmara 2 &amp;amp; Kum Kum) and a wedding show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that during the pre-production of Cun, Marsha had to walk miles under the hot sun in the middle of Pasar Seni area because she didn't know where the production house was for her&amp;nbsp;script reading? She almost cried when she arrived to find that she was late and Maya Karin was already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Bila was first produced by Dina of Era and then Imran Ajmain? Do you know why? Do you know that Bila was first recorded on her Blackberry while shooting Seribu Kali Cinta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Marsha was supposed to do Awan Dania 2? But her schedule back then didn't permit. So the channel brought forward her character to Awan Dania 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, i&amp;nbsp;guess it's more interesting to ask "Do you know Mr Z?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay..&amp;nbsp;At least we are getting spaces and features in the newspapers. Thank you press. Really appreciate the support and exposure given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing for some work credits, that's all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5033470446870020019?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5033470446870020019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5033470446870020019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-is-not-enough.html' title='6 is not enough.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-YmFx2Wuf0/TZ8BylbdfDI/AAAAAAAABHQ/6K1Q9gwWhzI/s72-c/photo+%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7796967466938203382</id><published>2011-03-05T04:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T04:17:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowowow lama giler!</title><content type='html'>Wowowowowow... lama giler tak tulis sini.. i almost forgot that i have a blog.. hahaha.. so many things happened.. so many dat i forgot the good ones.. alaa rilek laa.. manusia memang mudah igt yang negative ape.. saya manusia je pun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oklaa positive.. positive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... after 5 years being in the industry - Marsha Milan Londoh finally launched her album! i'm so proud of her patience and courage.. Marsha is one girl who really has the kesabaran... of all the trades that i think makes her a wonderful person is her patience... with that high level of patience she finally got wat she dreamt for... and i feel good to be the manager that managed to pull of this big dream of hers.. yela, considering i am a novice to album production.. Nasib baik Cat trained me over the years, although Cat suka mengarut.. but i think he taught me alot over the years that i was with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then agaaaain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things havent been so smooth.. Marsha's album was released on January 11, 2011 (Yes, 11.1.11.. )&lt;br /&gt;.. Akan tetapi belum keluar physical nya... Panjang kata, album tu tgh sangkut dekat audio quality, and me being a perfectionist bitch want it fixed first... well not me alone lar.. our Alibi boss pun sama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of album ni.. Btw, it's titled "Yang Pertama".. Album ni penuh dengan banyak citer kelakar yang sebenarnya tak kelakar when it happened.. And actually as i'm typing this dah mula rasa tak kelakar balik.. Lagu tak sesuai la, hilang lagu la... jumpa balik tapi salah pulaaaak... 2 times okay.. master tapi lagu yang salah.. lagu Natasha Hudson okay. I mean masa dengar tu, takkan ler tak leh sedar its not friggin Marsha.. Heart attack tak sudah2 dibuatnye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas lagu da betul semua, master.. bila balik dengar, kualiti out!! Ah sudaaah.. And the lagu Ruang Kedua was versi Demo!! Ah sudaaaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aihh malas da nak citer.. next post kita sambung..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7796967466938203382?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7796967466938203382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7796967466938203382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/03/wowowow-lama-giler.html' title='Wowowow lama giler!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6796989827938522952</id><published>2010-06-28T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:31:40.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitch talk.. again.</title><content type='html'>IF 2 out of 10 girls you meet has dated your BF.. doesn't that say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF every 1 out of 4 girls you work with is your BF's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, what makes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6796989827938522952?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6796989827938522952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6796989827938522952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/06/bitch-talk-again.html' title='Bitch talk.. again.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7439421491800939654</id><published>2010-06-19T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:49:12.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Love or Hate about Lagenda Budak Setan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;1 - Lisa Surihani… I mean, can u tell me how not to love her .. or hate seeing a lot of her?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;2 - &amp;nbsp;Lisa Surihani playing the dumbest character ever in her career - Ayu..Lisa is not known for playing Bimbo-ish characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;3 - How can you not figure out a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;rubber cicak&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;has gone into your mouth when SIPPING from a can? How can u not even realize it that you end up choking to death? I’m talking about a real sized&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;rubber cicak&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" class="inline_image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4x46wKrE81qbl37u.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; cursor: pointer; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; max-width: 125px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Above&amp;nbsp;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Ayu after sipping the rubber cicak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strike style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Almost died ok&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;4 - Years later she got beaten badly by her ex-husband (played by Que Haidar) that she knocked her head against a ceramic garden pot and became unconscious. As a result, she suffered from extreme memory lost.. in which she remembered nothing even her mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;5 - ok that’s fine.. logical i guess.. but hear this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;6 - Kashah (Farid Kamil) gave her diary back to help her remember her past. Bare in mind- she forgot everything ok.. but this was wat happened.. (i don’t remember the exact script but i am almost sure of the dialog structure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayu reading the diary&amp;nbsp;: “Aku terminum cicak dari air tin..”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ayu paused and looked at Kashah&amp;nbsp;: Macam mana cicak tu boleh ada dalam tin coke?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Laa… coke boleh ingat pulak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;7 - In the middle of the story after a rough fight with her then husband.. (a superbly&amp;nbsp;intense performance by both Lisa and Que by the way..).. Ayu drove off in anger and ramped into a tree (or was it a wall?) where she knocked her head on steering wheel and bled… just the forehead… ok remember this .. just the forehead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;8 - But sumhow or rather, the damage on her face was bad that she was wrapped like a mummy! i kid u not.. seriously. (Damn i don’t have a picture. If you watch, u would know what junk i’m talking about.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;9 - She then requested for a face job.. i think that’s what she asked for so.. we go from seeing this&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" class="inline_image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4x537J4m01qbl37u.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; cursor: pointer; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; max-width: 125px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;TO…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img alt="image" class="inline_image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4x55o4u051qbl37u.jpg" style="-webkit-box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; box-shadow: rgb(187, 187, 187) 0px 1px 4px; cursor: pointer; height: auto !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; max-width: 125px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;10- Okay.. Not only that she looks so different after the surgery but her height, her movements, her skin tone also changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So then come to think about it, point no 1 is not really valid 60% of the movie..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I remembered reading the book during my high school days but i don’t really remember the story… But whatever it is, i just think some parts of the plot in the book shud just remain a print and shud have not been a scene in the film.. (or just any film for that matter) cos some things in a fiction are stupid and illogical… Unless you are filming Harry Potter, don’t make it obvious.. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh n btw, Hollywood made a film about a satanic kid too.. They called it “Damian”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7439421491800939654?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7439421491800939654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7439421491800939654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2011/12/things-to-love-or-hate-about-lagenda.html' title='Things to Love or Hate about Lagenda Budak Setan.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6707982524903608649</id><published>2010-04-02T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T16:31:54.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop.</title><content type='html'>I figured out something just a few minutes ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to be less involved with you so YOU and what you do hurts me less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6707982524903608649?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6707982524903608649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6707982524903608649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/04/stop.html' title='Stop.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5405221225929379732</id><published>2010-03-16T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T01:25:59.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shoes.</title><content type='html'>The sole of my shoes have worn out. Maybe i need a new pair of shoes. Or maybe i just need to start wearing another shoe from my shoe rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, i'm not gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my best pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5405221225929379732?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5405221225929379732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5405221225929379732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-shoes.html' title='My shoes.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7252975407588848200</id><published>2010-02-10T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:03:49.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The recording that was never planned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLG2JqTMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/YGN9ecdGyDg/s1600-h/080220105260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLG2JqTMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/YGN9ecdGyDg/s400/080220105260.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww! it's been a hectic first 3 days of work.. thanks to my 6 weeks MC.. hmpff..&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Sri Pentas and a meeting with Alibi regarding Marsha's next single which will be out the first week of March.. But no, it's not Tak Perlu Selamanya (the song that u are probably listening to from tis blog rite now).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are looking pretty alrite i guess.. *fingers crossed*.. I'm gonna save the Alibi and single bit for another entry.. hehe.. or shall we keep it a secret for now? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a call from Abg Kit last week. He's working on Noraniza Idris's new album which is scheduled for release in March.. and guess wat? Kak Ani herself wants to do a duet with Marsha for a Sabahan influenced track for the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool eh? It's an honor really. SMSed marsha right away and 8 hours of contemplation later, Marsha finally agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all went so quick. We were contacted on Tuesday, given the track demo right away, decided 8 hours later. And the next day an official offer letter from kak Ani's production.. Initially we were planning to go into the studio for recording on friday (of the same week, btw).. but marsha fell ill.. like seriously ill on thursday during the 1Malaysia concert in Dataran Klebang Melaka. So we had to postpone the recording to Monday instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough we had postponed the recording, Marsha did not stop studying and practicing the song.. I mean, Marsha is sooo not used to singing pop ethnic songs.. and this is Noraniza Idris.. What more to scare the hell out of her cat belly rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i told kak ani before hand that Marsha has never done anything of this kind.. i hope she doesnt mind and help is seriously needed.. She said it's ok, she'll guide through an there is nothing to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally the day came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLNC4H8_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EYjY0RncriY/s1600-h/080220105257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLNC4H8_I/AAAAAAAAA-U/EYjY0RncriY/s320/080220105257.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the recording was fun!.. Everyone was just enjoying the session.. And suprisingly, Marsha did well.. ahaahahah.. Kak Ani said apparently she does have a suitable tone and a melodious voice , so it was pretty much an advantage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Sha.. ok that's it! We are changing ur genre.. tak yah buat album main piano dah.. kita wat album lagu tradisional je dah.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Marsha :&amp;nbsp; You gilerrr?? Nak i mati?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Tempo has always been Marsha's problem tho, even with ballads what more a colorful song like tis.. Other than that, it went well.. All and all, it took Marsha 5 hours to record the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLUgETokI/AAAAAAAAA-c/CNoqjytcq8M/s1600-h/080220105255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLUgETokI/AAAAAAAAA-c/CNoqjytcq8M/s320/080220105255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLZ8NwlHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/79xUw9qY2oo/s1600-h/090220105266.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLZ8NwlHI/AAAAAAAAA-k/79xUw9qY2oo/s320/090220105266.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLg3n67EI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Aa-OAu2PLHU/s1600-h/090220105267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLg3n67EI/AAAAAAAAA-s/Aa-OAu2PLHU/s320/090220105267.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLw_E0ksI/AAAAAAAAA-8/vfGprzIsLYE/s1600-h/090220105273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLw_E0ksI/AAAAAAAAA-8/vfGprzIsLYE/s320/090220105273.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now.. never as planned and never did have any plans - Marsha has a pop ethnic song titled "&lt;b&gt;Menarik Hati&lt;/b&gt;" with &lt;b&gt;NORANIZA IDRIS&lt;/b&gt; ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7252975407588848200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/02/menarik-hati.html' title='The recording that was never planned.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S3KLG2JqTMI/AAAAAAAAA-M/YGN9ecdGyDg/s72-c/080220105260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2001715053094667604</id><published>2010-02-09T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:00:08.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day Working (...and all that came with it)</title><content type='html'>Phew!!.. after 6 weeks of recuperation and laziness, i was finally released back to the wild..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Woke up late @ 8.30 am!.. office starts at 8.30am ok..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at Nasi Lemak Cikgu but only managed to eat half the portion :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punched in at 10.00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up business phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check Emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up business phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to the admin office to chit chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back up to my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begin 1:1 sessions with staffs to review work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up business phonecall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Took a break from 1:1 after just 2 staffs... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up business phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone went for lunch, i stayed in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch up with miscalls.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued 1:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 session later, decided that i'm done with 1:1 for the day.. suddenly too heavy for the brain.. hahaha.. will continue tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up business phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Division Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up business phonecall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Shiseido &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review work load for the week&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Surfed the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Marsha's recording with Noraniza Idris *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.30 am DONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.30 am sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style="color: #0c343d;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2001715053094667604?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2001715053094667604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2001715053094667604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-first-day-working-and-all-that-came.html' title='My First Day Working (...and all that came with it)'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1940283232801741925</id><published>2010-02-05T02:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:02:24.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About letting go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If you love someone, let them go...."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have been surrounded by people that's going tru splits.. partners break, lovers divide, teams collide.. even an important staff at the company left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that i am blessed with sanity and chances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... If they come back to you, they're yours...&amp;nbsp; If not, it was never meant to be."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word - &lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;MASIH. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1940283232801741925?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1940283232801741925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1940283232801741925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/02/about-letting-go.html' title='About letting go..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6569731438089542307</id><published>2010-01-29T21:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:42:10.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About  the mistakes i never knew.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, some matters.. you're not supposed to get it. It's not supposed to make sense nor it's supposed to be anything you could logically think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are people who have expectations over you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reasons, for them.. you have to get it. It has to make sense and it should be logical to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't, the fault is on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are lucky because they get excused for being whoever they are. But for the rest of us, we have to adapt to new things, even the most unconventional things just so we can get by tasks without being held responsible for any mishaps later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if anything happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still and always our fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2010. 29th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reached a point of just owning up to everything without defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S2Llo4WAOZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MFqfkkktjk4/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S2Llo4WAOZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MFqfkkktjk4/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6569731438089542307?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6569731438089542307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6569731438089542307' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6569731438089542307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6569731438089542307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/about-mistakes-i-never-knew.html' title='About  the mistakes i never knew.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S2Llo4WAOZI/AAAAAAAAA-E/MFqfkkktjk4/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8349075324308520578</id><published>2010-01-23T01:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:07:25.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It seems so Mendendam</title><content type='html'>Something really weird is happening to me these few days...  It's a good thing.. but i don't see myself swimming in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mendendam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Marcell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak seharusnya kau berpaling dariku&lt;br /&gt;Di saat ku harus jauh dari dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku masih mencintaimu&lt;br /&gt;Dan yakin diriku hanyalah untukmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kurasakan&lt;br /&gt;Tak seperti kenyataan&lt;br /&gt;Berbagi cinta selain diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkinkah kembali segala rasa yang telah hilang&lt;br /&gt;Walau hati kecilmu masih mencintaiku&lt;br /&gt;Tak ingin ku bertahan meski kadang mendendam&lt;br /&gt;Akankah kau bahagia bila cinta tak ada untuk dirimu lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpZyTacg9u4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fpZyTacg9u4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/24257023-8349075324308520578?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8349075324308520578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8349075324308520578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8349075324308520578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8349075324308520578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-seems-so-mendendam.html' title='It seems so Mendendam'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5803378450689983059</id><published>2010-01-18T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:22:02.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new addiction...</title><content type='html'>So let me guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are addicted to... Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you guys are &lt;i&gt;menyebook&lt;/i&gt; in facebook... (&lt;i&gt;Menyebook&lt;/i&gt; shall be a new kata kerja in Kamus Dewan Bahasa defining the term "facebook-ing" in Malay).. i have found a new addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1Rw6s4qlJI/AAAAAAAAA9k/17Sur91x6Lc/s1600-h/reverbnation.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1Rw6s4qlJI/AAAAAAAAA9k/17Sur91x6Lc/s320/reverbnation.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Basically ReverbNation is a portal that was initially developed to focus on the independent music industry. It provides a central site for musicians, producers, and venues to collaborate and communicate. Due to it's practical innovations, it has recently breakthrough the mainstream music industry worldwide. Still pre-mature, but the potential is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am a computer nerd.. and i have tested many online music business management tools.. By far, Reverbnation is best at serving the main purpose of a website or any online media - i.e Promotion n Marketing.. I mean, with the variety of widgets and multi-portal new media integration (twitter, facebook, youtube, and your websites).. what more an artist manager cum web developer like me can ask for?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay.. i'm not gonna go on and on sounding nerdy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the thing about my addiction.. For the past 3 days (at least), i have been playing around reverbnation, understanding how things work and how i can make the best out of it.. Reverbnation has a&amp;nbsp; feature called Band Equity that measures popularity based on four metrics of its service - reach, influence, access, and recency with the top 100 of each genre being recognized..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So for the past 3 days i have been playing this virtual strategy war game and quickly developed some skills... I got so hooked up that Marsha Milan Londoh went from ranking no 979 to no 12 in two days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1R4_mbWiBI/AAAAAAAAA90/jp9UxbRSv5Y/s1600-h/chart-gile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1R4_mbWiBI/AAAAAAAAA90/jp9UxbRSv5Y/s400/chart-gile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And guess what.. right before i started writing this entry, Marsha Milan Londoh has gone to&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1R5B-kW8JI/AAAAAAAAA98/5_vxuEJ3MSg/s1600-h/no7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1R5B-kW8JI/AAAAAAAAA98/5_vxuEJ3MSg/s400/no7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If only its THAAAT easy in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh.&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/24257023-5803378450689983059?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5803378450689983059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5803378450689983059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5803378450689983059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5803378450689983059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-let-me-guess.html' title='My new addiction...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S1Rw6s4qlJI/AAAAAAAAA9k/17Sur91x6Lc/s72-c/reverbnation.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2245276704619849377</id><published>2010-01-16T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:41:19.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffocate or Suffer Gate?</title><content type='html'>I dunno about u guys.. but i'm gonna be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buy pirated English movie DVDs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollywood stars are already making millions. A Hollywood film crew earns more than the average Malaysian. And most of all, their films have already made the million US dollar mark.. so am i gonna be bothered? I'm poor enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. as you know i'm pretty much home bounded.. and that means i have been watching a lot of DVDs.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice how pirated DVDs have pirated subtitles made by either lazy subtitlist, English illiterate China man or voice recognition MS Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Script : Do you like Tennessee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subtitle : Do you like tenancy?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Script : .. going on the date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subtitle : .. going&amp;nbsp; on the dick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Script : .. set up Monopoly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subtitle : .. set up my napple&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world is a 'napple'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Script : A mother's love can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subtitle : A mother love comedian face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman's plays beautiful french theater performer named Satine in Moulin Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;Subtitle spells it as &lt;i&gt;Sardin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AiyohhH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2245276704619849377?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2245276704619849377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2245276704619849377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2245276704619849377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2245276704619849377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/suffocate-or-suffer-gate.html' title='Suffocate or Suffer Gate?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7784526721209067898</id><published>2010-01-14T23:57:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:47:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa akan berlaku jika saya dipecat?</title><content type='html'>I'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine, also an artist manager (a very good artiste manager actually)... just got fired.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www4.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Army+Battles+Taliban+Kunar+Province+-VbWp0N-nQTl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://www4.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Army+Battles+Taliban+Kunar+Province+-VbWp0N-nQTl.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to get this news at this hour? I'm stunned. Shocked. Speechless. My heart dropped. I'm good friends with him and his artist.. in fact, we just had a very long conversation this evening about our plans and ideas for our artists. As usual he'd always drop me a line or two words of advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the announcement was made of Facebook, calls and smses are coming in.. of course everyone is shocked... We managers and PRs stand for each other.. i'm considered a baby in the bunch so i always have these kakak-kakak and abang-abang who is always looking out for me. opening opportunities for me for the benefit of my artist, giving me advice and reminding me of things .. I haven't been in the cluster that long, but even i can feel the family ties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.malagent.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/pakastani-pro-taliban-militants.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" src="http://www.malagent.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/pakastani-pro-taliban-militants.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough to switch your head when for years, you are trained to think for another person and only that one person, You wake up before he wakes up. You sleep after he sleeps. Everything u do, every choice you make, every step you take, you think of him even if its about your life.. What he eats, what he likes,what he hates, what he prefers, what makes him sick, what makes him tired.. etc etc.. are all in your pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's like that.. Everytime we hire a PA (Personal Asisstant).. i'd take time to go thru a list of useless information with the new guy.. The list would include things that may appear trivial like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/19/jessica_alba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/19/jessica_alba.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Marsha doesnt take milk, she's lactose intolerant'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'If you have to pack food for Marsha, then go for two packets of &lt;br /&gt;rice and ayam masak kicap. No kacang buncis in it.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; 'Always bring Eclipse or Hall's Vitamin C in hand.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'If she asks for Kacip Fatimah, it's the Orang Kampung brand not others'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Remember where she puts her script. She's gonna ask you again.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'If sharing a room, she always sleeps on the right side...'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;bla bla bla.. And the list goes on and on and on and on for maybe another 40 points... And for some unexplained phenomenon, the list is somehow installed at the back of your head.. Some are even in ur Medulla Oblongata dat some are a reflex mechanism for you!.. hhahhhahaha.. i'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daviddarling.info/images/brainstem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.daviddarling.info/images/brainstem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely understand my friend's situation right now. To drop it all an move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really about you loosing your job, especially when you have other famous names approaching you for management services even before you got fired.. But it's the relationship built and in some way, the time spent.. You'd end up thinking if they'd survive because its your habit to think about them before thinking about yourself..&amp;nbsp; Actually it's more of a pity for the artist because he/she will have to adjust to the next new manager, to educate the new guy and to go back to ground zero of personal understanding considering that he/she is still the same person doing the same thing, having the same life.. All these while, things are all laid out for them.. For the fired manager, it's pretty much like starting a new job and not necessarily artist management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if it wasn't because of the 'habit', you wud have probably quit before getting fired. After all, there are many offers awaiting for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was me in the shoes, i'd probably won't be much affected because i have another job, i have a company to run and i'm pretty much occupied with my art direction jobs with other artists... There's a stronger backup plan for me, i guess.. But i'd definitely be sorry for myself and my artiste for the lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend..&lt;br /&gt;It's okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When life gives you lemons..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://toddfrisbie.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/oomh_lemons_full.png?w=450&amp;amp;h=318" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://toddfrisbie.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/oomh_lemons_full.png?w=450&amp;amp;h=318" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You paint GOLD on that shit.&amp;nbsp; ;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beaut.ie/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/gold-coins-images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://beaut.ie/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/gold-coins-images.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24257023-7784526721209067898?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7784526721209067898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7784526721209067898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7784526721209067898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7784526721209067898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/apa-akan-berlaku-jika-saya-dipecat.html' title='Apa akan berlaku jika saya dipecat?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-362483819214270244</id><published>2010-01-12T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T00:45:05.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... Then you know how to live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"As your doctor, i want to take it out a.s.a.p"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clenched my fingers. Nervous. I had nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well, if i don't take it out now.. i can't guarantee you anything. You're lucky to be here just in time... Maybe one day you play futsal and the ball hits your abdomen. Or just anything that can cause it to burst... "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i want to hear what i'm about to hear. But he's a good doctor. So throw it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"... i can probably give you maybe a day or two.. or at most 3 days.. to survive"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept silence but tears were falling down my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective about my life and my surroundings has changed ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read recently - "You need to know how to die. Then you know how to live".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dunno how to die. But if i hadn't been more careful, i might have known. By then it would be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that i miss my normal life. My fast pace, on the go, no brakes work life. I spent most of my time doing things for the benefit of others in which later reflects my credibility in a most unconventional way. Good and bad. My resume and portfolio is built upon no selfishness whatsoever. I enjoyed every bit of what i do. But i must admit that I was not necessarily happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we speak, i still can't lift up my jug to pour my own water. I still can't lift my laptop. What more to do simple house chores a kid can do like lay the table, wash the dishes or even throwing away garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i spend my days in silence. Hardly talking because it hurts my lower abdomen due to my slow tissue development. But i do enjoy people's company and chatting online.. Once in a while, I'll have long chats on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condition has given me time off from my hectic life.I'm bored, but at least the moment of silence has given me some time to think about my life. My disabilities has eliminated the junks i have to think of everyday. Leaving me to realize what's really important in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt sat next to me one day and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ini masanya untuk fikir..&amp;nbsp; Betulkan apa yang tak betul.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Siapkan apa yang tak siap. Habiskan apa yang tak habis selama ni."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"This is the time to think.. Correct what is wrong. Finish the unfinished. Complete what is incomplete all these while." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Probably i'm meant to learn how to live this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&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/24257023-362483819214270244?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/362483819214270244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=362483819214270244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/362483819214270244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/362483819214270244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/then-you-know-how-to-live.html' title='... Then you know how to live.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-123072863676131693</id><published>2010-01-09T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T07:25:53.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh No, Not again !!!</title><content type='html'>Uurghhhhhh!!! I forgot that if you change ur template.. all the comments will be gone if you're using haloscan!!!!! Sorry all commentors.. i have again, failed all of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here i am fixing everyting i could possibly fix at this hour.. Luckily the Mr is in a diff timezone.. That's the beauty having someone in another time zone.. u get to force him to accompany u during late hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0kQQ5fLawI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YYwuhLvGCRE/s1600-h/sc11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0kQQ5fLawI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YYwuhLvGCRE/s320/sc11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i prefer this new look.. (Eh of course la kene prefer kan? Kalu tak kenapa tukar?.. haha).. well, i am up to some projects and i feel that i need to get this blog straighten up first.. so i could use it when executing the projects..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-123072863676131693?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/123072863676131693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=123072863676131693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/123072863676131693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/123072863676131693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-no-not-again.html' title='Oh No, Not again !!!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0kQQ5fLawI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YYwuhLvGCRE/s72-c/sc11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5727046239559581055</id><published>2010-01-08T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T05:03:52.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alibi Cosmic Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUN1aCWRI/AAAAAAAAA8k/kU_LM6kpeMU/s1600-h/takperlumarsha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUN1aCWRI/AAAAAAAAA8k/kU_LM6kpeMU/s320/takperlumarsha2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUQz8EHPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/jongTeEnbpM/s1600-h/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUQz8EHPI/AAAAAAAAA8s/jongTeEnbpM/s320/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUSCGX5nI/AAAAAAAAA80/alH1A7-dVpU/s1600-h/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUSCGX5nI/AAAAAAAAA80/alH1A7-dVpU/s320/image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24257023-5727046239559581055?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5727046239559581055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5727046239559581055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5727046239559581055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5727046239559581055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='Alibi Cosmic Concert'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0dUN1aCWRI/AAAAAAAAA8k/kU_LM6kpeMU/s72-c/takperlumarsha2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7707512941539139055</id><published>2010-01-05T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:01:55.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the b*tch?</title><content type='html'>Wow.. it's already the 5th day of January!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home resting is already getting to me.. there isn't much i can do for now but to just keep on goin with the slow moving boring life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for checkup yesterday.. I'm doin good :D.. but there is one problem - my internal wound hasnt shown much signs of healing.. Our uterus is one of the most fragile areas and my lack of tissues after the cyst removal is a bonus disadvantage.. The stitches are still visible on the ultrasound.. So as advised by the doctor, i shall remain handicapped as i can be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so retarded.. I can't lift anything heavy.. I cant climb up stairs.. not even 3 flights.. I need help pouring drinks.. I need people to help put my laptop next to me so i can check my email.. I cant bend down.. i have to wait for someone to pass by to help me pick up my phone's charger cable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. i'm not gonna complain.. At least i am finally getting some rest.. and some chances of forgiven bitchyness.. hahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7707512941539139055?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7707512941539139055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7707512941539139055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7707512941539139055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7707512941539139055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2010/01/whos-btch.html' title='Who&apos;s the b*tch?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-3179563182403561228</id><published>2009-12-31T04:36:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T05:05:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew me this way.</title><content type='html'>Dear Sir/Mdm,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there are just so many things u ought to know about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I am not as talkative at home than you see me normally because i don't like to talk about my life in the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- I can never spell Philipines.. Phillipines.. Philippines properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Bussines.. business is also another word i can't seem to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I don't talk about the person I'm in love with because i cant take criticism and would like to leave all judgments to the people who actually knows him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I count in English.. 1, 2, 3 until 10.. but 11 becomes 'sebelas'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I prefer to buy ppl things that i want because if i don't buy.. i would be haunted by it.. and if i buy it for my self, i'll get bored of it very fast.. So i buy for another because then i know it will be kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I prefer to be given as a gift the things i want so that i'll actually keep it and use it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- When i like something, i normally need someone to do it with me. When i am passionate about something, I'll put my heart in it without anyone's help and preferably no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- While in US, i was obsessed with "Surprise by Design". I skipped classes to watch the marathon. Ever since, i have decorated 12 friends' and family's rooms and houses and imagined i was doin the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- I have issues with a lot of things and most of it are technology related despite my technical backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2009.. See ya 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-3179563182403561228?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/3179563182403561228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=3179563182403561228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3179563182403561228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3179563182403561228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-knew-me-this-way.html' title='Who knew me this way.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7904595428106599639</id><published>2009-12-30T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:10:19.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends whaaaaat???</title><content type='html'>Ok.. so it's my 3rd day at home and i'm getting bored. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgMca5HI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QmAjxj-xfVI/s1600-h/syadbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgMca5HI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QmAjxj-xfVI/s400/syadbd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094255334188146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever tried this fb application?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgvSpZBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6j6fCc5USBY/s1600-h/frens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 91px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgvSpZBI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6j6fCc5USBY/s400/frens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094264688436242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those social interviews on FB.. i think it's the latest module someone developed or sumthin... Anyway.. how it works is that it will randomly ask u random questions about ur random friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite the randomness, it kindda knows which frens to ask u about.. i mean, u know how 50% of ur FB list are people you hardly know.. Impressively, the questions i got only picks out friends i am closely related to.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgeUowFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TN3XhUvbdRQ/s1600-h/printsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgeUowFI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TN3XhUvbdRQ/s400/printsc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421094260133380178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the questions are... pointless but fun..  At First.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" id=""&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was a newspaper article written about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marsha Milan&lt;/span&gt;, in which section would it appear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bodo punye soalan.. takkan Politics kot? hmmpfff... Of course la... Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were only able to say one thing to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Firhad Dyana Harun &lt;/span&gt;for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Table"... thing kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nursarah Safri&lt;/span&gt; could have any one person in the world as a dinner guest, who would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward Cullen? Even tho he doesnt eat dinner.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;attach&amp;quot;}" id=""&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;media&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not more than 6 questions later.. It repeats!.. Different question same friends. WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many times a day does &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Siti Rahayu Zakaria&lt;/span&gt; look in a mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y.o.u h.a.v.e n.o i.d.e.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you could slap &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Nursarah Safri &lt;/span&gt;without them knowing it came from you, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course.. but wh&lt;/span&gt;y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some 4-5 questions later.. AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is more popular, you or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Marsha Milan&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are u? Why are u doin this to me!!!!!!! Why?! Why?!&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;And the questions..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAK BOLEH BLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I mean i dun need to be reminded of how unpopular i am ok. I may not be popular but if i had auditioned for AF i can be popular too cos i'm cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Friends Exposed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/24257023-7904595428106599639?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7904595428106599639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7904595428106599639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7904595428106599639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7904595428106599639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/friends-whaaaaat.html' title='Friends whaaaaat???'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SzuYgMca5HI/AAAAAAAAA8M/QmAjxj-xfVI/s72-c/syadbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7351853728279472008</id><published>2009-12-29T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T00:35:09.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break!</title><content type='html'>Nope.. not taking a break from blogging.. in fact i am blogging back!... hahaha.. cos unfortunately i was sent into an emergency surgery on christmas... for ovarian tumor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. U heard it right. Ovarian tumor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have caught some virus while taking a break in Cambodia. I came home on the 15th with a flu.. The flu didn't go off for a week that i ended up with an MC for suspect of H1N1 on the Wednesday before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did the doctor thot i had H1N1?&lt;br /&gt;Cos.. On top of the flu, i was vomiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - Work, fever, flu, coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Work, fever, flu, coughing, minor vomiting. Went to the clinic.. Was given a week MC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - 2am - Stomach flu and started to vomit.. Couldnt wake up in morning for Marsha's 7am call time.. She had to go on her own.. Eating wasn't an option. Whenever something goes in my mouth.. it would come out again - blended, juiced, creamy. My body rejected food badly.. But regardless of all that, still managed to go out with friends in the evening.. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - 3am.. started to vomit water. Minor abdominal pain. Figured it must be the pressure from vomiting.. Texted marsha for help. Rescue came and brought me to Ampang Putri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CT scan showed some mass at my abdominal area. The ultrascan confirmed the mass as being 2 ovarian tumors.. one being 18cm on the left.. yeap.. it's as big as a brain.. hahahaha..  and another 6.5 cm on the right. My vomiting was caused by the dialation of the bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;- 12am - emergency surgery lasted for 3 hour. Got out from sleep at 3pm with a scream.. GILER SAKIT DOWWWWHHHHH!!!!! Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; - Recovering. Urine and drip taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - 3am - Cough wave attack. Complications at d abdominal surgery area due to the pressure put on from the severe coughing.. Cried my heart out.. hahahha.. Nurses came in and shut me up with a jab of pain killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Notice how everything happens around 3am? hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; - Home Resting!! MC for 6 Weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So project Nesting is taking a break. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7351853728279472008?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7351853728279472008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7351853728279472008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7351853728279472008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7351853728279472008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7565232895201101660</id><published>2009-12-21T00:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:37:07.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nesting" (Episode 2) : The Makeup Table</title><content type='html'>Continuing from my &lt;a href="http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-up-room-part-1.html"&gt;previous entry&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-up-room-part-1.html"&gt;how to make &lt;s&gt;babies&lt;/s&gt; a nest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i finally got inspired to start work on the makeup room.. starting off with the makeup table. The paint job has all been done earlier.. i'm not gonna include the process of the paint job in the entries.. i mean, c'mon guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaanyway.. The Makeup Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh Alamak!.. i forgot to take pictures of the original make-up table! The one before it got pimped... Hmm.. i wonder if Pocahontas has any?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the was to turn her old plain dressing table to a backstage-ish looking makeup table.. y'know.. the ones with the bulbs around the mirror.. Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Items needed :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An old dressing table that's so ugly it needed to be made over before u can even take a glance at it.&lt;br /&gt;2. 15 bulb sockets&lt;br /&gt;3. errr... bulbs? Duh! .. NOTE : 25watts, frosted.. unless u r goin for a burnt skin look.&lt;br /&gt;4. Electric cable (4 metres)&lt;br /&gt;5. 3 pin plug head.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tools (screws, screwdriver, driver to the hardware store)&lt;br /&gt;7. Some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;8. Some creativity.&lt;br /&gt;9. Some patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so before anything.. i have to make sure that the mirror is all secured. Cos it broke before and Pocahontas just replaced it.. So i don't want to break it again.. or rather i dun need another 7 years of bad luck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5QrHebQcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZGV6UYypB0Y/s1600-h/IMG01650-20091218-1616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5QrHebQcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZGV6UYypB0Y/s400/IMG01650-20091218-1616.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417356103444545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as that's done, lift down the table so the mirror surface lays on the floor.. And start screwing the bulb sockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estimated time of work = 2 hours using basic girly tools.. 30 minutes using manly tools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5VlQLpayI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pt58ODa9BPg/s1600-h/IMG01633-20091218-1356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5VlQLpayI/AAAAAAAAA6w/pt58ODa9BPg/s400/IMG01633-20091218-1356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417361500260625186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5Vl5lIchI/AAAAAAAAA64/Y1YFkUxFk9c/s1600-h/IMG01639-20091218-1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5Vl5lIchI/AAAAAAAAA64/Y1YFkUxFk9c/s400/IMG01639-20091218-1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417361511373369874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5VmIADBnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9eHb2sHTU2k/s1600-h/IMG01640-20091218-1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5VmIADBnI/AAAAAAAAA7A/9eHb2sHTU2k/s400/IMG01640-20091218-1358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417361515244357234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is the sockets are set, it's time to prepare the wiring portion of the electrical project... Basically, this is when my electrical engineering knowledge is utilized.. Then again, this is not rocket science, so i din have to utilize any knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5WnyLON_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/Y9MEX96JyhA/s1600-h/IMG01645-20091218-1558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5WnyLON_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/Y9MEX96JyhA/s400/IMG01645-20091218-1558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417362643257014258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dressing table was originally black in color.. and i told Pocahontas to paint it white because i'm such an idiot.. And when i realized that the sockets and cable only come in black, i decided that the table should be black.. Luckily Pocahontas is immune to idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before putting on the cables, i painted the table back to its original color and hope that Pocahontas is not gonna yell at me for wasting her energy and 26bux on the white paint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5WoCHEIqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b4hW5422Oxo/s1600-h/IMG01659-20091218-1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5WoCHEIqI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/b4hW5422Oxo/s400/IMG01659-20091218-1852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417362647534543522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. so the project took a break for a while for the paint to dry.. A while means 1 night.. hahaha.. I came back the next day to continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. (the next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installed the cable.. u may need to unscrew and screw the sockets back again, depending on the angle of the socket-cable joints..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5Wo_OoWrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/U4F9Ua5mR0c/s1600-h/IMG01664-20091219-1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5Wo_OoWrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/U4F9Ua5mR0c/s400/IMG01664-20091219-1407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417362663940840114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5WoWy1jFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/XAVgUiGsTtI/s1600-h/IMG01663-20091219-1407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5WoWy1jFI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/XAVgUiGsTtI/s400/IMG01663-20091219-1407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417362653086846034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time to plug in the bulbs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5cEaB4hVI/AAAAAAAAA74/Q2w2c1IMNVM/s1600-h/IMG01668-20091219-1538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5cEaB4hVI/AAAAAAAAA74/Q2w2c1IMNVM/s400/IMG01668-20091219-1538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417368632549737810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... VOILA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5cEj1SBHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rQOVELIdC5c/s1600-h/IMG01669-20091219-1539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5cEj1SBHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rQOVELIdC5c/s400/IMG01669-20091219-1539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417368635181237362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first testing.. with 1 bulb failure.. but whatever.. at lease i did it suckers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna save the final outcome for later.. Once all is ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Next up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feature Wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7565232895201101660?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7565232895201101660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7565232895201101660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7565232895201101660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7565232895201101660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/nesting-part-uno-makeup-table.html' title='&quot;Nesting&quot; (Episode 2) : The Makeup Table'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy5QrHebQcI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZGV6UYypB0Y/s72-c/IMG01650-20091218-1616.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-293135666987599530</id><published>2009-12-18T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:19:38.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make a nest?</title><content type='html'>I promised Pocahontas that i'll do her make-up room from the first day she moved in to her current pad.. The thing about the room is it is spacious but it's layout leaves us with a small 4-wall undefined space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vgpM5suI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qADdXYgPUko/s1600-h/santuaru1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vgpM5suI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qADdXYgPUko/s400/santuaru1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417178902147216098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its a 1.7m x 1.4m cubical that too narrow for a wardrobe, too big for a changing area. So we decided that it should be a make-up room.. Well, considering that it is a part of her lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the room is divided into the two areas, I decided to give some characters for each sub rooms in which i was inspired by the movie title -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; " Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil " &lt;/span&gt;.. or similarly equivalent to the more familiar "Angels and Demons", " Yin and Yang" .. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vg9MufiI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MwBu6wiXoUI/s1600-h/santuaru2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vg9MufiI/AAAAAAAAA6I/MwBu6wiXoUI/s400/santuaru2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417178907515190818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for the bedroom or i shall refer it as "The Angel's Sanctuary", it has already been painted in white and purply pink. I'll share with you guys on that later.. But basically, the area has a sweet, innocent, heavenly and soothing ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vhJNeaFI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kYXONFW5Kr8/s1600-h/sanct3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vhJNeaFI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/kYXONFW5Kr8/s400/sanct3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417178910739556434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AND as for the "Devil's Dungeon" or simply - the make-up room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vhmqqdKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/yR8baKqhk9A/s1600-h/sanct4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vhmqqdKI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/yR8baKqhk9A/s400/sanct4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417178918646609058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for this room has been our table conversation for months now.. and guess what.. Christmas is around the corner and suddenly i'm inspired..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Makeup Table!&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/24257023-293135666987599530?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/293135666987599530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=293135666987599530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/293135666987599530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/293135666987599530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-up-room-part-1.html' title='How to make a nest?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Sy2vgpM5suI/AAAAAAAAA6A/qADdXYgPUko/s72-c/santuaru1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1244740271612268133</id><published>2009-10-20T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:50:57.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, it's Syadha. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>Ok.. this just happened like a few minutes ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... Marsha asked me to help her pay her phone bill as she is in the Phillipines and somehow, her phone has been functioning as a public phone for the delegate.. So long story short, i made the payments via maybank2u and called in Maxis customer service to confirm my payment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene starts in the middle ok.. cos mcm malas nak type the whole conversation cos it doesnt really matter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what really matters is this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Maxis Guy (MG) :  May i know who's on the line?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Syad :  It's Syadha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MG : Ok Syadha, this account is under who's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Syad : Marsha Milan Londoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MG : Oowh! Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Syad : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(Dalam Hati) WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to laugh, just cos his reaction sounded soooo... i dunno.. sooo.. jujur.. really.. but then again, i kept my cool.. and went on to finish my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MG : Is there anything else i can help u with Miss Marsha?... i mean Syadha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Syad : Nope. That's all.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;MG : Ok, Miss Marsha.. I mean Syadha.. thanks for calling Maxis miss Marsha.. Syadha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Syad : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;(Dalam Hati) Dude... seriously..@#$%^&amp;amp;*()_)(*&amp;amp;^%$#$%^&amp;amp;*()!@! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah! Hurghhh... HAHAHHHAHAHA... Nite Maxis Guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1244740271612268133?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1244740271612268133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1244740271612268133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1244740271612268133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1244740271612268133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/10/again-its-syadha-seriously.html' title='Again, it&apos;s Syadha. Seriously.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5688386284987600153</id><published>2009-10-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:42:35.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekasih saya tidur dalam gelap.</title><content type='html'>Tadi saya ditanya oleh seseorang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Berikan intepretasi kamu tentang terma 'kekasih gelap' ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... atau dalam ayat sebenarnya "What does 'kekasih gelap' means to you? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menjawab dengan sekali lafaz.. mcm nak menikah.. - "Cinta tak mengenal warna kulit, tanpa prejudis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tau-tau kepala saya dipukul dengan segulung majalah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lantas saya teringat lagu Ungu "Kekasih Gelapku" dan "Sephia" dari Sheila On 7... Kalau tak kerana band-band ini, soalan ini tak mungkin timbul kerana lagu-lagu itulah yang membawa masuk terma tersebut ke telinga dan perbualan harian kita.. Dan kalau tak kerana band-band itu, mungkin kepala saya tidak ditunjal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Selamat tidur kekasih gelapku." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(Dari lagu 'Sephia' nyanyian SO7) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya membayangi Leonardo Di Caprio mengucapkan selamat malam kepada Naomi Campbell.. Atau Heidi Klum kepada Seal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kembali kepada soalan kawan saya itu tadi.. "Berikan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTEPRETASI KAMU&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka, itulah interpretasi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kenapa majalah itu digulung dan dilibas ke kepala saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ryanbarrett.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8345259a469e201156fc23c7b970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 534px;" src="http://ryanbarrett.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8345259a469e201156fc23c7b970c-800wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5688386284987600153?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5688386284987600153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5688386284987600153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5688386284987600153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5688386284987600153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/10/kekasih-saya-tidur-dalam-gelap.html' title='Kekasih saya tidur dalam gelap.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4616418260047354798</id><published>2009-09-05T06:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T06:52:35.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagi yang gelap dan Fesbuk</title><content type='html'>Kekadang saya terasa nak menulis dalam bahasa melayu sebab ketika berurusan dengan kerajaan, saya kena bertutur dan menulis dalam bahasa melayu.. Dan selalunya saya akan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raya lagi 15 hari. Tahun ni tak terasa macam nak raya. Mungkin sebab usia da makin meningkat.. atau mungkin sebab saya stress fikir memacam benda lain yang bukan pasal nak raya. Puasa tahun ni pun tak terasa sangat, kecuali part ngantuk yak hamat di waktu siang tu.. saya bukan jenis suka tidur, tapi bila tengah puasa ni memang lain dah jadinya.. bila malam ok, lepas sahur dalam kesangapan pun masih ok, pagi ok, tengah hari k.o, petang k.o .... takpelah, bukan saya sorang je macam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadinya.. macam mana saya nak mengatasi masalah ini? Layan Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maka dipagi yang gelap ini, saya ingin mengucapkan terima kasih Fesbuk atas segalanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4616418260047354798?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4616418260047354798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=4616418260047354798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4616418260047354798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4616418260047354798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/09/pagi-yang-gelap-dan-fesbuk.html' title='Pagi yang gelap dan Fesbuk'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7571628135689629526</id><published>2009-08-21T14:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:19:27.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelojek #1</title><content type='html'>Huarrggghhhh!! Finally back in KL! Woohooo.. been traveling down south for 29 days.. Now i'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new with me? Rite now, i'm pretty much catching up with work and my so-called new life.. watever that is.. huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i promised Marsha to help her deco her new house.. a 4-bedroom double story &lt;s&gt;mansion&lt;/s&gt; terrace &lt;s&gt;with a Balinese garden and a hot spring natural jacuzzi in the courtyard&lt;/s&gt;.. So since weekend, the mind is pretty much channeled to one thing - The house.. hahaha.. Well, i'm just being me i guess.. hik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things in the list is - A garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted a Zen-ish garden.. with white pebbles in a rectangular area.. So we went out to get the necessary stuff.. lari macam ayam laa jugak, coz it was already late.. (Well, we are two people with so many things in mind but so little time.. so sue us.. :p..)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5MMJZDX1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/_QQjRpiDeuI/s1600-h/Photo020+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5MMJZDX1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/_QQjRpiDeuI/s400/Photo020+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372315177062719314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ingredients : Pebbles, marble stones, pebbles, pebbles, planting husk (for padding), reflexology tiles (stepping stones)... and some plants - Not seen in picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5ML4-DwpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/D_4i83xa9Lw/s1600-h/Photo021+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5ML4-DwpI/AAAAAAAAA5c/D_4i83xa9Lw/s400/Photo021+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372315172654531218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5MK6rawqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Z4qLGaq7wgo/s1600-h/Photo025+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5MK6rawqI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Z4qLGaq7wgo/s400/Photo025+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372315155933348514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So7HsdMLhaI/AAAAAAAAA5s/nol_VzZxuZ0/s1600-h/Photo024+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So7HsdMLhaI/AAAAAAAAA5s/nol_VzZxuZ0/s400/Photo024+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372450972063466914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IHkLYOdI/AAAAAAAAA5E/vy_xGJy-uiM/s1600-h/Photo026+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IHkLYOdI/AAAAAAAAA5E/vy_xGJy-uiM/s400/Photo026+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372310700307266002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't satisfied with wat we had achieved that night.. The pebbles were everywhere.. and almost impossible to step on barefoot.. We left it over night and the stray cats started to poo on the pebbles.. hurgh!  All these happened 2 days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concept is there but the practicality isn't.. The problem is - Cats and Pebbles.. Unless the plan is to throw the stones at the cats lah.. or else, the cats would just interpret the piece of landscape as "A big sandbox of Cat litter".. Damn cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday.. after thinking of it the whole nite.. i finally found a solution.. and hoping Marsha wud love it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan was not to tell her.. but to just do it and surprise her.. She had a 9am call time for a Trek Selebriti shoot the whole day.. what a convenient opportunity huh?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while she was gone.. after a good 2-hours of sweaty hard labor.. panas ok.. macam kambing hangus aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-arranged the deck to control the pebbles and give the area some character.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IHHqtTZI/AAAAAAAAA48/yjj4EusJkaM/s1600-h/Photo042+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IHHqtTZI/AAAAAAAAA48/yjj4EusJkaM/s400/Photo042+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372310692654042514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the deck to have some purpose ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IGYjVWZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Jgdn0AQI3sk/s1600-h/Photo047+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IGYjVWZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Jgdn0AQI3sk/s400/Photo047+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372310680006646162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got two lanterns to give some feel.. added some plants.. lilies&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IGyEKgDI/AAAAAAAAA40/bw7WP2XV18s/s1600-h/Photo046+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IGyEKgDI/AAAAAAAAA40/bw7WP2XV18s/s400/Photo046+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372310686855233586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up at 6.30pm.. brought her home to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IF_YNteI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2UYDKb4P9CQ/s1600-h/Photo051+%28Small%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5IF_YNteI/AAAAAAAAA4k/2UYDKb4P9CQ/s400/Photo051+%28Small%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372310673249121762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, it's vanila scented ok.. hahahhaha.. Yeap, not only it's a Zen garden with Reflexology... but with Aromatherapy ok.. cool ay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7571628135689629526?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7571628135689629526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7571628135689629526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7571628135689629526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7571628135689629526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/08/pelojek-1.html' title='Pelojek #1'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/So5MMJZDX1I/AAAAAAAAA5k/_QQjRpiDeuI/s72-c/Photo020+%28Small%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-9048087368512350014</id><published>2009-07-26T03:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:21:21.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Her spirit will live on.</title><content type='html'>Yasmin Ahmad passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gotten the chance to know her in person. My very short term of service in the industry has not yet given me the chance. Well, i guess now the chance will never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know this already, but my ultimate idol for the arts is the late P.Ramlee. He has been my strongest influence.. His character, work and contribution has thought me a lot in which among them are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be able to explore your creative mind regardless of how ridiculous it may sound or look to others. Because that's just what people need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't just think out of the box. Be out of the box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's good to be funny. It's a talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Art is not a Yes or a No.. it's subjective. Maths- yes. 1+1=2.. it can't be 3 or 4 or anything else. But purple can blend with green as much as it can blend with orange. And no song is a definite bad song. A bad design to you may be a good design in the eye of another. And the best film can also be the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No borders is expressing what your opinions are as long as it is within your values and morales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Technology is technology.. but it's the story that matters.. Napoleon Dynamite is one of my all time favorite films... and i friggin hate The Matrix!.. Yeah, so what? Sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do it for passion, you'll have your heart and soul in it... Your work will liv&lt;/span&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew P.Ramlee.. I wasn't even born when he lived. But i did learn a lot from him and i still inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will Yasmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PdoelbBKi8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8PdoelbBKi8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&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/24257023-9048087368512350014?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/9048087368512350014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=9048087368512350014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9048087368512350014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9048087368512350014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/07/her-spirit-will-live-on.html' title='Her spirit will live on.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1240528387206576865</id><published>2009-07-25T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T03:45:03.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can u smell the air?</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... well, i maybe having so much issues goin on with my professional life.. or rather 'so-called professional life'.. but guess what... i think i'm in love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i will be traveling for 4 weeks beginning Monday. So pretty much gonna be spending the whole weekend preparing paperworks and lipat baju.. hahah.. yap, i have way too many laundry to do.. thanks to the double life i'm living.. hehe.. but it's okay i guess.. i'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before i get back to my work desk to finish up with the tons of paperwork.. Have a great weekend guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To XYZ.. i am gonna miss you. (though kite blum pape pon.. ahahhhahah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1240528387206576865?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1240528387206576865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1240528387206576865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1240528387206576865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1240528387206576865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-u-smell-air.html' title='Can u smell the air?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2557078206268972687</id><published>2009-07-20T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:20:20.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do we go from here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to whine every time i blog.. but i blog every time i have issues.. therefore i whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make sense tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally pulled the plug. i sat there, biting my nails thinking of the future and how would it be without. i feel so depressed thinking that it will be tough regardless of how nice it seems right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 days ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"we have to work hard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;"we have been working hard"&lt;/span&gt;, i answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"why can't you just be positive and put aside all the negativity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"i am"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"i can see it in your eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept quiet. we only had 5 hours to go before attending a major event. i'm this close to saying my favorite 5-liner.. "can we do this later?". but i kept silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"i don't know why is it so hard for you.. a year a go you had all these plans but suddenly now you are declining.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"no, i am not.. i'm just thinking of a lot of things.. i'm in a lot of stress now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt; i defended myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"well... it can only happen if you're a YES.. If i'm ok but u're not.. then it still won't happen anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shut my eyes. i kept thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"are you stressed with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"no. it's not you",&lt;/span&gt; i contradicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;later that night, after an entertaining night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"ok. it's a YES."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; i said at the post party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gave me that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;today..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"i think we have concluded that it will be a NO to continuing the management contract..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;35 minutes later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"thanks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am, staring at this damn computer figuring what i should do next. My mind is so cluttered with ideas and worries... worries and more worries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"if we don't try, we don't know... we can make it if we try... i think it's time.. if we fail, at least we tried "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she said over and over again 3 days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now think syad. think.&lt;br /&gt;must be positive. must think. must feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. now it reminds me of this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5l8JfcsB7eo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5l8JfcsB7eo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahhh.. the good old days.. hahahha.. remember?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2557078206268972687?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2557078206268972687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2557078206268972687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2557078206268972687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2557078206268972687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-do-we-go-from-here.html' title='Where do we go from here?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6042045858018461952</id><published>2009-07-10T17:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:40:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you cleaned up your hard disk lately?</title><content type='html'>Seriously. Have u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just did. Partly bcoz misplaced a few important docs and some erm.. por.. eh.. photos.. stock photos, i mean.. Partly also because it's about time that i re-organize my files and folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a few junks in my laptop from zaman biler tah.. I never knew these things exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- My Frodo costume for Halloween back in 2003.. Check out the hairy feet! We went to Meijer after the party barefoot. How cool was that huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLSWZUbZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/0Rd95CfLrug/s1600-h/syad-fro2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLSWZUbZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/0Rd95CfLrug/s400/syad-fro2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762691657821586" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Yet another pee shot. This was taken at the Princess' Garden in Jaipur, India last year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLR9x82-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/03yjC2TlXrs/s1600-h/syadpee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLR9x82-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/03yjC2TlXrs/s400/syadpee.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762685050248162" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Sara's farewell dinner / Hazura's Birthday at Kunang-kunang early this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLRlOjsZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KdTmktfxmZc/s1600-h/n565594870_881324_9762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLRlOjsZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/KdTmktfxmZc/s400/n565594870_881324_9762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762678459347346" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- My baby picture... awwwwhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLQjSYGaI/AAAAAAAAA38/AJJqLOUAndM/s1600-h/monkey4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLQjSYGaI/AAAAAAAAA38/AJJqLOUAndM/s400/monkey4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762660758624674" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Marsha's note on what used to be my book of ideas... double awwwwwhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLUZA_D2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/xTFqETCBDv8/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLUZA_D2I/AAAAAAAAA4c/xTFqETCBDv8/s400/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356762726720802658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6042045858018461952?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6042045858018461952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6042045858018461952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6042045858018461952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6042045858018461952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-cleaned-up-your-hard-disk.html' title='Have you cleaned up your hard disk lately?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SlcLSWZUbZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/0Rd95CfLrug/s72-c/syad-fro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4857058069349409533</id><published>2009-05-19T12:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:09:26.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ShJM9jYAROI/AAAAAAAAA30/vj1I-O-fXk8/s1600-h/Photo839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ShJM9jYAROI/AAAAAAAAA30/vj1I-O-fXk8/s400/Photo839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337413128739112162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 25..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By day.. I run an IT company, an established software house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the rest of the day.. I am a brand manager for a local celebrity but I play artiste manager most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time i rest from the days.. I take a break.. I lay on the sofa, with my head on one end and my feet on the other.. thinking of concepts and designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then.. i'm an art director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has always been a workaholic for as long as i can remember. I hated the fact that i hardly see him when growing up. Every year, he made no time to attend any of my prize giving ceremonies, although he was the one to set the bars for my academics. I was surely gonna get hit if i had done bad. But he never came to collect my report card during parent-teacher day. He hardly even picked me up from school. He never saw me swim for my school. He never saw my work for school productions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always knew that I'm into films, theaters and all that in between. He knew that my childhood ambition was to be a film director. But he never knew where it all started. I hate that. But i love that he brought me to places around the globe for school holidays and made special routes to let me explore the world of film making. I love that he let me have his Handycam when i went to boarding school. I love that he could afford to send me for film courses without any objections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had he spent time with me, he would have known why i like what i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he had spent time with me, he might have not been able to give me what i own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hero was and is a workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him and love him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say i am one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, I'm just being my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strongest influence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4857058069349409533?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4857058069349409533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=4857058069349409533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4857058069349409533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4857058069349409533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just.html' title='i&apos;m just...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ShJM9jYAROI/AAAAAAAAA30/vj1I-O-fXk8/s72-c/Photo839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5029000787955293814</id><published>2009-02-09T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:39:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about being fair.. adil dan saksama.</title><content type='html'>Last saturday i was in JB judging an audition.. YES, i am that cool ok.. hahahha.. Sometimes i doubt my self if i cud ever be fair to the myself and to the people surrounding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love arguing and debating on issues. And if you know me well enough, i get very defensive when i know exactly where i stand.. and i only debate on issues that i really know and have a strong stand in what i believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can i ever be fair? like really fair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the audition was alright... i guess. We're looking for people with a package.. talent, looks.. lalala.. But honestly, i was goin mental at a certain point.. hahah.. But no doubts, there were plenty good ones and A LOT of the bad ones of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this girl.. aged aroung 18 or so came up on stage. She does have a smiley and cheerful face so after two sessions of suicidal performances, i guess i cud use some smiley faces... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this girl came up on stage and sang 2 malay songs when Naufara (the other judge) asked her to sing somthing english. And then this was what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song.. Malay song.. can't remember.. but it was good.. Her voice i mean.&lt;br /&gt;*girl stops singing*&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Writing on my score sheet. "43/50"&lt;br /&gt;Naufara : Adik, boleh nyanyi english song tak?&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Yawning* not concentrating because i'm getting really tired and my boo has been sms-ing me asking when i'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;The Girl : Boleh&lt;br /&gt;Naufara : Ok.. cuba?&lt;br /&gt;Me : scribbling away to ease my boredom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl then clears her throat.. ehem ehem.. and sings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I never knew&lt;br /&gt;What if I never found you&lt;br /&gt;I never had&lt;br /&gt;This feeling in my heart..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Scribbled off 43..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wrote 50/50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quote of the day..&lt;br /&gt;"You sing Destiny&lt;br /&gt;I give u Fifty!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5029000787955293814?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5029000787955293814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5029000787955293814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5029000787955293814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5029000787955293814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/02/talking-about-being-fair-adil-dan.html' title='Talking about being fair.. adil dan saksama.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8714797794002895346</id><published>2009-02-06T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T19:23:05.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day in Lala Land.</title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy busy day... but u'know wat... I'm happy today... HAPPIEST day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8714797794002895346?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8714797794002895346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8714797794002895346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8714797794002895346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8714797794002895346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day-in-lala-land.html' title='One day in Lala Land.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4154695931309144377</id><published>2009-01-31T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T00:50:25.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow..</title><content type='html'>31st January 2009&lt;br /&gt;Amcorp Mall&lt;br /&gt;4.30-ish PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABPH - NSTP Gaza Fund Raising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X  ( Celebrity A's Manager) :  Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh hey!&lt;br /&gt;X : Lama tak jumpa!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yah.. how u?&lt;br /&gt;X : Ok ok.. ngan Heliza?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No lah... Marsha.&lt;br /&gt;X : Oh? Tak lagi ngan Heliza? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Me : .....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P ( Celebrity E, N and N's Manager) : Haa..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Haa..&lt;br /&gt;P : Cat mana?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Takde..&lt;br /&gt;P : Oo arini u ngan heliza ke?&lt;br /&gt;Me : erm.. tak ah.. Marsha&lt;br /&gt;P : Ooooooooo yaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it doesnt help that we hardly go places or attend events together even if it has been almost 3 years... I guess keeping a low profile does have it's price too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good during times like this... hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4154695931309144377?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4154695931309144377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=4154695931309144377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4154695931309144377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4154695931309144377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/01/somehow.html' title='Somehow..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1284136788339888383</id><published>2009-01-16T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:59:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry sorry...</title><content type='html'>Haa.. i just realized that i have not updated my blog since we jumped into 2009..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's my 2009 so far? Sofaruddin Al-Sogood laaa.. it's been crazy but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently working towards the Anugerah Juara Lagu, 'managing' Heliza.. Yeah, it will be my last day with her on Sunday.. It's sad but alrite.. I'm happy with things and how things turned out and turning out to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. don't forget to catch the 23rd Anugerah Juara Lagu Sunday at 9pm on TV3.. Sorry i've ran out of tix.. i'll ask for more if anyone's interested but i can't promise anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite.. going off now.. To pick up dress, to rehearsals to makan to see parents.. memacamlah.. penat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1284136788339888383?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1284136788339888383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1284136788339888383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1284136788339888383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1284136788339888383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-sorry.html' title='Sorry sorry...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8346134632138467765</id><published>2008-12-31T11:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:34:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2008</title><content type='html'>Rewind...&lt;br /&gt;My 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to KL after 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;To where i belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated Penang.&lt;br /&gt;But i miss it so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled to India.&lt;br /&gt;20 days of hardcore adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;A crib i can finally call MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted my life.&lt;br /&gt;For something more meaningful and significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel burdened.&lt;br /&gt;With commitments and responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard.&lt;br /&gt;To support my new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made friends.&lt;br /&gt;With the greatest souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 25.&lt;br /&gt;2 more years to go before i settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken.&lt;br /&gt;Someone lost in transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned manager.&lt;br /&gt;For someone i love and adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward... What will be my 2009?&lt;br /&gt;In the Middle East with Marsha looking fabulous than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8346134632138467765?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8346134632138467765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8346134632138467765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8346134632138467765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8346134632138467765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-2008.html' title='My 2008'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1180631235408108181</id><published>2008-12-21T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:27:57.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misha Omar is my current obsession..</title><content type='html'>Ye ke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahha.. No lah.. but I'm playing her latest single "Jawapanmu" over.. and over.. and over again.. target sampai muntah ler.. hahahah..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Cat's done it again.. And Misha is still a good singer..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SU8Fc1U_1LI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Zi7l5MRsMQA/s1600-h/n581107667_1062326_9076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SU8Fc1U_1LI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Zi7l5MRsMQA/s320/n581107667_1062326_9076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282446880838505650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss! Misha finally came up with a new album.. after 841 years of meditation. FINALLY.. An Album titled - MISHA OMAR.. is that the title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got mine on the 2nd of December 2008, the day of its release.. Semangat okay.. bertahun tunggu ni..  When i first got hold of the copies, i flipped the CD case to look at the titles off the songs.. Just to be sure it's not a CD apebendetah karaoke ke ape ke before i buy it.. Then, at first look, I realized that the album appears so much like a compilation than an album album.. get what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See.. there are 11 tracks altogether in the album.. in which are:&lt;br /&gt;1-Jawapanmu *&lt;br /&gt;2-Sampai Di Sini *&lt;br /&gt;3- Sembunyi&lt;br /&gt;4-Cinta Adam &amp;amp; Hawa *&lt;br /&gt;5-Nafas Cahaya&lt;br /&gt;6-Cinta Suci *&lt;br /&gt;7-Ku Seru&lt;br /&gt;8-Cinta&lt;br /&gt;9-Nafas Cahaya (minus one)&lt;br /&gt;10-Sembunyi (minus one)&lt;br /&gt;11-Jawapanmu (minus one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which also means.. Only 4 out of the 11 songs are new!.. (tagged with * in the list above).. that makes 36.36% of the album saje new..  WHAT?!! I was kindda disapointed with it..  suddenly feeling fanatik ok... hahaha.. I mean since when is minus one a track in a full album? Considering i don't sing and i don't need a minus one to accompany me in the bath, having 3 minus ones doesn't really do me justice now, does it? Maybe i should make like a karaoke video? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to be honest.. yes.. i was kindda pissed.. because i waited all these years with so much hope and anticipation.. i even planned to send a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; surat layang&lt;/span&gt; to Misha saying that if she doesn't release an album soon, i'm considering to move to Nigeria to overcome this depression... hahahaha.. erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, i came to my senses.. I guess, its not entirely wrong to only have 4 unreleased songs in a "new" album.. Considering that it's a trend for many artistes these days to survive on singles.. I figured, it's not Misha's fault that her album has only 4 new songs.. This only means that her singles were all successful. Those new songs were made popular before the album released. So popular that when compiled in an album, the songs were no longer considered 'fresh' despite the fact that they have never been released in an album before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, despite the album being so much like a compilation.. i thought the very few new songs were strong ballads with different types of moods. Misha has always been good at singing really sad songs.. with her ability to sing with crying sensation or whatever you wanna call it, she made songs like "Pulangkan" an important element to the feel of the movie 'Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam".. For this album, "Sampai di sini" is not my type of song, but she did do her magic in lifting up the mood of the song.. So good that it made me so depressed listening to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the best way to appreciate Misha is by watching her perform live on stage.. I just LOVE her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selamba&lt;/span&gt; yet classy showmanship.. When this girl goes on stage, it seems as though she’s just having so much fun!.. I know some of you can’t stand the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terkangkang&lt;/span&gt; and the overly bending bit that she does when performing.. But u know what? If Christina Alguilera can sing like a gorilla mengamuk.. Then, is it wrong for a Malaysian to have some sort of a weird singing trade? I don’t think soooo.. So that, my dear.. is called - STYLE ....  ngok! ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. tak suka-tak suka pun.. people will remember her singing like that.. The point is -- At least, people do remember her.. I wonder when will she be doing her act at Planet Hollywood again? Any idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took Misha 3-4 years to complete the album.. Well, people.. producing an album is not as easy as it looks like.. The investment and effort put into it is not just dollars and cents.. I would know better cos Marsha herself is struggling to get her first album released despite the many songs that have already been recorded over the past 3 years being in the business... *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;*.. really praying that 2009 will be a good year. Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general and in my honest opinion, this fresh release is not really up to Misha Omar's standard..  I still think Aksara is the best.. The first one "Misha" was good because it had Bunga-bunga Cinta in it and of course the "first-album-factor".. So, this one could have been better but then again, i don't think i wanna wait any longer.. hahahha.. so Misha.. it's ok.. i forgive you.. wah!..  The songs are all good, but half of them were in the 2007 Muzik-muzik.. So, it's just the matter of how you look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is... it is still worth spending your RM29.90 for a copy.. Highly Recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support the Malaysian Music Industry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1180631235408108181?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1180631235408108181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1180631235408108181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1180631235408108181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1180631235408108181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/12/misha-omar-is-my-current-obsession.html' title='Misha Omar is my current obsession..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SU8Fc1U_1LI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Zi7l5MRsMQA/s72-c/n581107667_1062326_9076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1228787198918229465</id><published>2008-12-16T18:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:55:57.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burrpp...</title><content type='html'>OMG!! I feel like puking... nak muntah dah ni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i stayed in and managed to finish up 2 websites... Gila tak?? AND now i feel so nauseous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUfpoyi8P1I/AAAAAAAAA04/I-fdbgBXDRQ/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUfpoyi8P1I/AAAAAAAAA04/I-fdbgBXDRQ/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280445975087562578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cherrytalent.com.my/"&gt;http://www.cherrytalent.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUfpo_Ssa2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/JVtyWDYb6bw/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUfpo_Ssa2I/AAAAAAAAA0w/JVtyWDYb6bw/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280445978509077346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marshalondoh.com/"&gt;http://www.marshalondoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this whole brand management thing.. i love it so much that i can be insanely ridiculously committed to a project.. Guys, check out those websites and tell me what you think about the design essentially... i need your opinion because at this moment, i have ran out off creative juice and ready to puke anytime.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I promised to write on the Muzik-muzik semifinal thingy.. tapi tetibe after the overdose designing work.. i macam malas.. bleh? hahahah.. So i guess i'll post up photos je lah bleh?  I letak yang ni dulu lah.. because i took pics using Syuib's camera.. and i havent seen him since.. busy ler.. kate manager kan... ahahhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's some for the time being yar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJyW93oPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RJbWEfjY554/s1600-h/3110121499_b21ed635da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJyW93oPI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RJbWEfjY554/s320/3110121499_b21ed635da.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280340586366738674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJy_F1FnI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nf-nLRLfISI/s1600-h/DSC03553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJy_F1FnI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/nf-nLRLfISI/s320/DSC03553.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280340597137544818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeKIxQiFHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LMc3p_j8CbM/s1600-h/DSC03557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeKIxQiFHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/LMc3p_j8CbM/s320/DSC03557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280340971381462130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJyRBpcLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mHVdSKh08QM/s1600-h/3110122263_5190039af0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJyRBpcLI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mHVdSKh08QM/s320/3110122263_5190039af0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280340584771973298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeKJREKr7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Smq8okhVzPg/s1600-h/DSC03562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeKJREKr7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/Smq8okhVzPg/s320/DSC03562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280340979919531954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJy1ibyKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/lff8KQL2OtU/s1600-h/3110957626_d609680f2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUeJy1ibyKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/lff8KQL2OtU/s320/3110957626_d609680f2e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280340594573166754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanti i letak lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehmm.. motif gambar stacy first? Haaa.. itu yg kita tatau..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1228787198918229465?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1228787198918229465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1228787198918229465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1228787198918229465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1228787198918229465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/12/burrpp.html' title='Burrpp...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUfpoyi8P1I/AAAAAAAAA04/I-fdbgBXDRQ/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2036071775857664355</id><published>2008-12-13T19:02:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:32:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makan....</title><content type='html'>I told Marsha two months ago that there will not be any extravagant birthday party for her this year like she normally has because she hasn't achieved much over this past year... The truth is, she has shown a lot of improvement and maturity over the past few months and for that, she has achieved a lot over a short period of time... She did it.. But of course i didn't tell her. So, she will still not be getting a birthday party this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reason -- the past few months is still less than 12 months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i said 'no party'.. i didn't say we wont be celebrating right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279234427572627426" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUObvcV6p-I/AAAAAAAAAyo/78ulTAMYoZ4/s320/DSC09762+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279233896502960690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 204px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUObQh9CojI/AAAAAAAAAyY/N2tuf8aq6VI/s320/DSC09757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday Luv. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that happened on Thursday... A very private dinner among the closest ones.. Bob n Marsha cooked.. Yes, birthday girl tetiba cooked and made desserts and all.. hahahah.. sedeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgFVQ9lkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/RduWgfk77nc/s1600-h/DSC09753+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279239201676432962" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgFVQ9lkI/AAAAAAAAAzI/RduWgfk77nc/s320/DSC09753+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgFMATWLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/t5fxSvCvRT8/s1600-h/DSC09771+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279239199190636722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 191px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgFMATWLI/AAAAAAAAAzA/t5fxSvCvRT8/s320/DSC09771+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marsha's Speghetti Bolognaise &amp;amp; Fruit Pudding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279239194983163586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgE8VKZsI/AAAAAAAAAyw/3wOXQq9jfvQ/s320/DSC09738+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgE_R_PAI/AAAAAAAAAy4/o_WN6TklZ-Y/s1600-h/DSC09744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279239195775155202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 222px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOgE_R_PAI/AAAAAAAAAy4/o_WN6TklZ-Y/s320/DSC09744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later that night, we opened the doors to Zarina, Joe &lt;a href="http://www.klubbkidd.com/"&gt;Klubbkidd&lt;/a&gt; and Fahmee.. in which led to the next day..... &lt;strong&gt;MUZIK-MUZIK Semi finals - Pop Rock&lt;/strong&gt;.. the last one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll write on that in the next entry.. sebab gambar takda yang best-best lagi.. Lagipun nanti i won't have anything to write about, lepas tu &lt;s&gt;Fiyad complain&lt;/s&gt; my blog tak update... hehehe.. I stayed backstage because i was just &lt;em&gt;menyibuk-nyibuk&lt;/em&gt; je.. no strings attached.. ahahahah.. well, i figured i had worked my time during Etnik Kreatif and Balada.. So datang je laa Pop Rock.. it's the last one anyway.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But just to give you guys a sneak preview of whats to come in the next entry.. Dedicated to my fellow BBGSian friends.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279247338877567122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 234px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOne-s5QJI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/K6ofljbq8J4/s320/DSC03551+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makan ati tak?? MUAAHAHHAHAAHHA! &lt;em&gt;*Devilish laugh* ....&lt;/em&gt; Oops! Terlebih sudah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279247347689763442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOnffh4snI/AAAAAAAAAzY/FneOUpy6TbA/s320/DSC03557+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279247348576833026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 244px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUOnfi1YTgI/AAAAAAAAAzg/FZ9cxp0Y6uM/s320/DSC03561+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that biatches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2036071775857664355?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2036071775857664355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2036071775857664355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2036071775857664355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2036071775857664355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-din-say-so.html' title='Makan....'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SUObvcV6p-I/AAAAAAAAAyo/78ulTAMYoZ4/s72-c/DSC09762+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6945035895462256322</id><published>2008-12-10T11:15:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:32:46.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzik Muzik Muzik</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't aim for success if you want it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- David Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two weeks have been quite a fulfilling journey, for me at least.. I have gone through the best moments and the worst. And honestly, despite being so washed off and so lethargic for days, my overused body was filled with spirit... all 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're young..." That's always the remark i get... Yes, 3years ago when i started.. But now? I'm 25... If anything else, i should have some sense of desperation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 25. I'm getting old. I need to be somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, that's how i feel.. Huhuhu.. i'm feeling old.. I get tired easily, i'm more serious on things... i avoid having flings though my heart wants too, it's hormonal i presume...   i eat durian more than i used to... i'm beginning to appreciate hot and spicy KFC... i shop for curtains!.. what else? hahahah.. signs of old age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... whatever that is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to this year's Muzik-muzik semifinals.. Honestly, normally i couldn't be bothered with these stuffs.. But since i've put my serious heart into this business&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (see.. i warned u.. i'm getting old...)&lt;/span&gt;, i HAVE to make some effort into getting some studying, practicing and networking done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story of my 14 day agenda begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started off way back when Syuib, &lt;s&gt;my husband&lt;/s&gt; asked for some advice on certain things regarding the promotion of the song Cinta Terhalang.. From then onwards, we have been working hand-in-hand towards achieving our individual goals.. And when Cinta Terhalang was listed for the AJL semis.. it was time to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZVih-P0Y38/STMS70reUZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UrvycKwHpw4/s400/ddl3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZVih-P0Y38/STMS70reUZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UrvycKwHpw4/s400/ddl3+copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the side, Heliza and Mawi made the cut too.. Not only to the semis.. but straight off to the finals.. I agree that the Etnik Kreatif category has lost it's magic since Siti stopped making Nirmala-ish type of songs and Noraniza Idris retired.. And the standard of the competition within this particular category itself has somewhat been lowered over the past few years... Partly because most the songs sound more POP-ish than it should.. gone are the days when Pak Ngah made music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So YES, i agree that Doa Dalam Lagu is a song that is fortunate to be at the right place, at the right time.. With its popularity, its well done performance and its 'less-pop-more-ethnic' music, it is expected that the song goes to the finals.. So Congratulations to Heliza, Mawi, Ajai... and of course to be remembered, the late Loloq .. Al Fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST96Ra6WkkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/lebzIE7ND9c/s1600-h/DSC03508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST96Ra6WkkI/AAAAAAAAAx4/lebzIE7ND9c/s400/DSC03508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278071728001946178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heliza is one of a kind.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behind the flawless skin, the beautiful eyes, the elegance of a young woman glowing into adulthood lies a regular person with so much desires and flaws that comes within&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heliza arrived in KL at midnight on Monday, about 5 days before the big night.. As soon as she arrived, all she had in mind was the AJL semifinals.. For the next few days, her life revolves around the preparation towards giving her best shot.  She was excited, happy, worried, angry, sad for just 1 cause -- AJL Semi Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, less than 24 hours in KL, she settled every bit of errands there is for her to get over and done with prior to the competition... Well.. not all that important for me to blog but just incase you're wondering.. getting ready for an artiste involves things like eye cream and another maroon hijjab because the old maroon hijjab has been used one too many times..Hahaha.. things we normal people don't need to care about.. Now, please feel lucky u're invisible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shopping for the right scarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST98Fb5XylI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WVaKY0ziKAM/s1600-h/DSC03500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST98Fb5XylI/AAAAAAAAAyI/WVaKY0ziKAM/s320/DSC03500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278073721131092562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night i had a meeting with Syuib and Ruher regarding some work.. As arranged, we met up at about 8pm.. Heliza tagged along.. Bob was there.. So, for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;full 3 hours&lt;/span&gt; of my business discussion with Syuib and Ruher, Heliza went through a vocal bootcamp with Bob... While we enjoyed the ambiance of the coffee house that night, sipping our hot drinks while pouring some fresh ideas, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heliza rehearsed with Bob&lt;/span&gt; in a small confined studio called - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE CAR&lt;/span&gt;... Hahahah.. It was all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;technical vocal coaching&lt;/span&gt;.. Just what she needs at that point... A help in refining her style.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heliza is not a vocal acrobat&lt;/span&gt;.. A range too wide, or a note too high may not be best.. But she knows how to sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, when she sang to me her lines... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her tune was more refined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next 3 days&lt;/span&gt; to come, her days were filled with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rehearsals and vocal warm up&lt;/span&gt;.. Many mishaps took place over the 3 days but i think that's not our concern now la kan.. hahhaha.. All i can say, Heliza has done a good job just keeping herself focused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the big day came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Less than an hour before leaving the house&lt;/span&gt;, Heliza found a new style for the song intro bit.. So the trip to Shah Alam was filled with nothing but just the intro of the DDL song, rehearsed over and over and over.. and over.. and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived the venue at 5pm sharp... hahah.. thanks to NPE.. She mingled around for a bit before heading to the make-up room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bottom eyelashes that Marsha got her from Jakarta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yhweWJmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Bcg4Kjiy4aw/s1600-h/DSC03505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yhweWJmI/AAAAAAAAAwA/Bcg4Kjiy4aw/s400/DSC03505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278063212574942818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 hours before call time&lt;/span&gt;.. Heliza gave her last shot rehearsing... There were people around.. Cheryl Samad was doing her hair.. but sometimes at times like this, it's best to be embarrased than sorry... hahaha.. well, i mean it in a good way.. i mean she has to push her shyness away and do what is best.. If she's not confident yet, especially with her new found ad-libs, she needs to work it out before the real thing.. And for a newbie, it's okay to be a little bit ambitious... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* 1hr and half to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yh5c76KI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0GlzdpfAsbw/s1600-h/DSC03509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yh5c76KI/AAAAAAAAAwI/0GlzdpfAsbw/s400/DSC03509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278063214984947874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Minutes before going on stage... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST91fYkDmJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8v_CY9tRbAw/s1600-h/DSC03513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST91fYkDmJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/8v_CY9tRbAw/s400/DSC03513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278066470331586706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST96RPBS2pI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RwbHmejXaZQ/s1600-h/DSC03512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST96RPBS2pI/AAAAAAAAAxw/RwbHmejXaZQ/s400/DSC03512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278071724809837202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time came... She gave her best shot.. Honestly, it was the best ever.. It was a duet, but she stood out.. She worked hard for it... And for that she deserves to be in the final...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And also for that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A standing ovasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u're a fan of Heliza.. you should be proud.. In away, this is a sign of her appreciation to all the support that has been given.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST91fG7qOoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/OE96OXEAq7A/s1600-h/DSC03515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST91fG7qOoI/AAAAAAAAAw4/OE96OXEAq7A/s400/DSC03515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278066465598749314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Bob's turn to fight in the Balada category.. Sad to say we didn't make it.. We were frustrated.. But it's okay... It was a tough competition anyway.. This is just the beginning.. We are all still learning.. Learning.. learning.. and learning.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But a big round of applause to Bob for an outstanding performance.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I dun think i'm ready to talk more about it yet.. let's wait till the whole AJL Semi Final thing is over.. but here are some pictures to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST931znniUI/AAAAAAAAAxY/TJ3tG_Cco0c/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST931znniUI/AAAAAAAAAxY/TJ3tG_Cco0c/s400/02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278069054574659906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST931g00_cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bewu68DPGjA/s1600-h/IMG_2660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST931g00_cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/bewu68DPGjA/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278069049529793986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST935E0ImCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SZ6Zbk4xaBw/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST935E0ImCI/AAAAAAAAAxg/SZ6Zbk4xaBw/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278069110730168354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST90XFmyuoI/AAAAAAAAAww/oVlQivcOkVA/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST90XFmyuoI/AAAAAAAAAww/oVlQivcOkVA/s400/DSC03536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278065228292209282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST90WZV0AEI/AAAAAAAAAwg/yCBrACXzDTQ/s1600-h/DSC03541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST90WZV0AEI/AAAAAAAAAwg/yCBrACXzDTQ/s400/DSC03541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278065216409829442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our postmortem at Pelita Bangsar then adjourn to THE CRIB for some emotional session.. hahahaha.. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST90WFqV1LI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jplwGuXu2Kk/s1600-h/n700380906_2085146_2595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST90WFqV1LI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jplwGuXu2Kk/s400/n700380906_2085146_2595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278065211127223474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makan n makan lagi while expressing feelings like.. "Patah pun aku masih beradat dan beretika!"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yhKoiARI/AAAAAAAAAvw/FBDvQSPabiQ/s1600-h/DSC03543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yhKoiARI/AAAAAAAAAvw/FBDvQSPabiQ/s400/DSC03543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278063202417115410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The losing celebration.. hahahahha... Kek Lapis Sarawak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yhbLm46I/AAAAAAAAAv4/p00oX_axju0/s1600-h/DSC03547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/ST9yhbLm46I/AAAAAAAAAv4/p00oX_axju0/s400/DSC03547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278063206859203490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Pedd and the cats will be doing their bit for Pop Rock..&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Luv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also Good Luck Mila &amp;amp; Stacy.. *blush* *wink* *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. there's so much to learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6945035895462256322?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6945035895462256322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6945035895462256322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6945035895462256322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6945035895462256322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/12/muzik-muzik-muzik.html' title='Muzik Muzik Muzik'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uZVih-P0Y38/STMS70reUZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/UrvycKwHpw4/s72-c/ddl3+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2541053727836588952</id><published>2008-12-03T17:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:03:38.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone can do it!</title><content type='html'>It was a boring day at work.. (despite the fact that i've been procrastinating a lot these days..)  So i browsed around aimlessly in the cyberspace like a cyber astronaut, siap buat moonwalks with my fingers.. (and i bumped  into a website which kept me occupied for the next few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdw_Rhe1xI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mUVI49DtW8Y/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdw_Rhe1xI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mUVI49DtW8Y/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275809720825730834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...&lt;br /&gt;Not only that everyone can fly.. Now, everyone can compare!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdz78u45AI/AAAAAAAAAvo/u0dG8pzGlJw/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 40px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdz78u45AI/AAAAAAAAAvo/u0dG8pzGlJw/s400/Untitled-1+copy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275812962240095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Air Asia came up with the tagline "Now Everyone Can Fly".. what it meant was that with this new 'thing', we can fly easily rite? Let alone the deals..  The online booking tool and easy check in itself is a revolutionary flying experience.. at least for Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does this mean that apparently we now have a tool that can help us compare?.. How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get screwed by certain people telling me not to compare &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puteri Gunung &lt;s&gt;Kinabalu&lt;/s&gt; Ledang&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puteri Balqis&lt;/span&gt; when i wasnt even comparing.. In fact, i was just (what i like to call) "sharing examples"..   Whereas growing up, my mom likes to compare me with my cousins (and.. of course i'm the bad apple laa kan).. it's always unfair.. but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone can compare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly it's just comparing hotel rates between travel sites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdw_ixxluI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NuS3AXvWirA/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdw_ixxluI/AAAAAAAAAvg/NuS3AXvWirA/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275809725457471202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2541053727836588952?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2541053727836588952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2541053727836588952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2541053727836588952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2541053727836588952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/12/everyone-can-do-it.html' title='Everyone can do it!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/STdw_Rhe1xI/AAAAAAAAAvY/mUVI49DtW8Y/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4106716014165264344</id><published>2008-11-27T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:43:29.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M of the jungle : The product.</title><content type='html'>Title : Rediscovering Marsha Londoh&lt;br /&gt;Creative Director : Syad Rosli&lt;br /&gt;Photographer : Atiqah Hidayu &gt; &lt;a href="http://atiqahidayu.fotopages.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prod. Assistant : Shafinaz Rahman&lt;br /&gt;Clothing : iNNAi Batik &gt; &lt;a href="http://www.innaibatik.com"&gt;website&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5nJbK5_pI/AAAAAAAAAto/l_Ri5HT_aRo/s1600-h/MARSHA_016-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5nJbK5_pI/AAAAAAAAAto/l_Ri5HT_aRo/s400/MARSHA_016-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273265625307414162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5nJc3Ai4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/o4UFmy4FDAQ/s1600-h/MARSHA_049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5nJc3Ai4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/o4UFmy4FDAQ/s400/MARSHA_049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273265625760828290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5nJtI_zYI/AAAAAAAAAuA/BmEjfR0rfrc/s1600-h/MARSHA_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5oQkuJXBI/AAAAAAAAAug/PhSlwEVW18U/s400/MARSHA_260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273266847641852946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qWJR7aXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dobbuGLb8Ao/s1600-h/MARSHA_374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qWJR7aXI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/dobbuGLb8Ao/s400/MARSHA_374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273269142378211698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qWEsloVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bmj3ZxUtf-Y/s1600-h/MARSHA_345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qWEsloVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/bmj3ZxUtf-Y/s400/MARSHA_345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273269141147853138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qVyb6RhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cwEOfRcNvio/s1600-h/MARSHA_364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qVyb6RhI/AAAAAAAAAvA/cwEOfRcNvio/s400/MARSHA_364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273269136246064658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qVQV3ovI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JIIdg-VZ554/s1600-h/MARSHA_329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5qVQV3ovI/AAAAAAAAAu4/JIIdg-VZ554/s400/MARSHA_329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273269127093920498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4106716014165264344?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4106716014165264344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=4106716014165264344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4106716014165264344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4106716014165264344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/11/m-of-jungle-product.html' title='M of the jungle : The product.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SS5nJbK5_pI/AAAAAAAAAto/l_Ri5HT_aRo/s72-c/MARSHA_016-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-9192802312190547809</id><published>2008-11-26T10:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:22:58.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M of the Jungle..</title><content type='html'>Phew! *with a big grin!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally managed to do the long awaited photoshoot.. and from my grin *still grinning*, it was a good one.. Alhamdulillah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked up 1.4km in the reserved jungle... all covered with insect repellents and proper shoes early in the morning just to get the right amount of sun.. The crew - &lt;a href="http://atiqahidayu.fotopages.com/"&gt;Atiqah Hidayu&lt;/a&gt; (Photographer) , Nur Shafinaz (Prod Asst), Marsha Milan Londoh (Subject), Dato' Sri Syadha Rosli (Creative Director).. oh and not to forget clothes by &lt;a href="http://www.innaibatik.com/"&gt;iNNAi&lt;/a&gt;.. Thanks Izrin for the sponsor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashing back to a few weeks ago, when i was looking for the right venue for the photoshoot -- I received many reactions.. Many thought the idea of bringing Marsha to the middle of the jungle and asking her to strike a pose for the camera is just bizzare, crazy and impossible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Marsha masuk hutan? Gila ke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Boleh ke dia tu?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kau gila ke syad? Buat studio dah laa.. kesian budak tu.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about me...&lt;br /&gt;I might sound rediculous sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;But i usually know what i wish for..&lt;br /&gt;You can demotivate me..&lt;br /&gt;But i can motivate myself if believe in something..&lt;br /&gt;AND ..&lt;br /&gt;I only wish for what i believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets just say i want to push her to the limits.. After all, Marsha was a Pathfinder.. remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats passed and we did it after all.. With an awesome small crew, we pulled it off together with fun and success.. I always admired Atiqah's work and always wanted to do a photoshoot with her.. She's not a full time photographer and is still building her portfolio, so i thought it would be just nice to have her shoot this time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't encounter much problems.. It was a perfect sunny day.. only that lead the crew through the wrong path in the beginning that cost us about 15minutes of hiking and turning back.. my bad! hahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha was such a sport.. I guess she's used to the jungle that often times, despite the short sleeveless white dress, she was ahead of us.. Whereas we were left far behind scratching away.. On top of that she voluntarily took off her shoes so we could get a raw looking picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSy-_P3ShDI/AAAAAAAAAso/E7ItpWOXvOo/s1600-h/DSCN3371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSy-_P3ShDI/AAAAAAAAAso/E7ItpWOXvOo/s400/DSCN3371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272799257543476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking barefoot.. And yet no leeches cared to hump on those sexy legs! .... And us? Jangan cerita ler.. As we speak, i have 2 pacat spots on my legs and i was fully covered! Not Fair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all we did 4 sets - Jungle, Oak Forest, Open Field, Waterfall.. I'm only gonna put in here the making of the jungle set.. Partly because i want to keep the others exclusive for the rebranding... AND partly because.. i only have these in my computer at the moment!.. Hahhahhhaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzCAXp1BQI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_UnNnQ5YLYM/s1600-h/DSCN3357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzCAXp1BQI/AAAAAAAAAs4/_UnNnQ5YLYM/s400/DSCN3357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272802575349253378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzCBUDAuYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rdpVlsZjBlg/s1600-h/DSCN3375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzCBUDAuYI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rdpVlsZjBlg/s400/DSCN3375.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272802591561005442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzG436Zo0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_IG1kculeyo/s1600-h/DSCN3347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzG436Zo0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_IG1kculeyo/s400/DSCN3347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807944127882050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzG5_OMBwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/sJxW8PMyTHg/s1600-h/DSCN3387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzG5_OMBwI/AAAAAAAAAtg/sJxW8PMyTHg/s400/DSCN3387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807963269793538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzG5h8BpoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gCmiau_yS1I/s1600-h/DSCN3386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzG5h8BpoI/AAAAAAAAAtY/gCmiau_yS1I/s400/DSCN3386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272807955408987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzB_w0pnRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xFrhz6dA6_A/s1600-h/666666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSzB_w0pnRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/xFrhz6dA6_A/s400/666666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272802564925660434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find Marsha... she left us.. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrapped up around 2pm.. It was tiring but fun.. All 4 shots had their identity.. i'll post up some samples once i get hold of the stock..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photoshoot is meant for the re-branding of Marsha Londoh.. It's the baby project that Marsha and I am working on now..  I wanted all her character, personality, background to come together.. On top of that, a sense of 'searching' and 'discovering' - hence the concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Buat je kat Studio.. and then superimpose", said a few comrades of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i guess we could do it in the studio.. but how about 'No' this time? I might be a bit traditional, but i like to do things on the actual set.. It gives a different mood.. And of course a priceless photo.. Unless you have a million dollar CGI studio, i don't think it is the same..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch America's Top Model? Did they just stay in the studio n shoot everything?.. That's just how they do it in the States.. I remembered Reese Witherspoon once had to pose in between branches on a tree in the middle of the cold autumn with a strapless dress.. Oh well, they could have done Lord of The Rings in the studio but no.. they chose New Zealand instead. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-9192802312190547809?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/9192802312190547809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=9192802312190547809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9192802312190547809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9192802312190547809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/11/m-of-jungle.html' title='M of the Jungle..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SSy-_P3ShDI/AAAAAAAAAso/E7ItpWOXvOo/s72-c/DSCN3371.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2132033065766324189</id><published>2008-11-14T16:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T15:22:37.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally lost my innocence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR54HqNUKnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ehnhTLnzht8/s1600-h/n812567087_947159_510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR54HqNUKnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ehnhTLnzht8/s400/n812567087_947159_510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268780687054613106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to take time off and hang out with old friends.. old school friends.. Because you are what you are because of your past... So, it is good to take time to cherish what you have, what you had and what you might loose one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as planned... i picked Fiyad up from KLSentral (in which sesiang lagi si Fyad ni dah kene maki ngan i la kan..heheh.. sorry babe.. just too used to being 'that kind'..) and we left for Ulu Klang.. i mean Kunang-Kunang..  supposedly to celebrate Haizura's Bday n Sara's Farewell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing much because the whole time we were gossiping.. and kalau dah tulis kat public, takde laa gossip kan? Gossip tu kene ckp blakang-blakang haa... Oh ya.. Again, when there's BBGS.. there has to be drama.. drama.. dramaa.. and more drama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cast...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1B1yYZhsI/AAAAAAAAArA/lr3bumXoIl8/s1600-h/n565594870_881321_5089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1B1yYZhsI/AAAAAAAAArA/lr3bumXoIl8/s400/n565594870_881321_5089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268439531406329538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1 : The monk and the retarded angels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1DTPj_1cI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6GMXWATSnUw/s1600-h/n565594870_881323_9467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1DTPj_1cI/AAAAAAAAArQ/6GMXWATSnUw/s400/n565594870_881323_9467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268441136967439810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2 : Confucious say.. " See No Evil, Speak No Evil, Hear No Evil"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yelah tu.. padahal baru gossip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1Fjo6OQrI/AAAAAAAAArw/FlF8vpoewZk/s1600-h/n565594870_881331_5662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1Fjo6OQrI/AAAAAAAAArw/FlF8vpoewZk/s400/n565594870_881331_5662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268443617672708786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3 : Look.. Apparently the monk is GAPSY's new manager... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Yes guys, i memang ade cita-cita nak jadi manager Gapsy tau.. 12 tahun mak tunggu taw... *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1AbJ9ENQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PhM2idHKi4s/s1600-h/n565594870_881320_4785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1AbJ9ENQI/AAAAAAAAAqY/PhM2idHKi4s/s400/n565594870_881320_4785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268437974366041346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4: Kill Gapsy's manager!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;The Last Quote before dying :&lt;br /&gt;"Kill me and one of the Gapsies will grow up to be a fabulous cat... No, not Nani.. Not Sara.. Nope, also not Loula.. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1DTsROX1I/AAAAAAAAArY/pLjkIPexx64/s1600-h/n565594870_881324_9762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1DTsROX1I/AAAAAAAAArY/pLjkIPexx64/s400/n565594870_881324_9762.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268441144673328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. time tengah shooting... as usual laa phone bunyi.. Tapi Syuib darling yg call.. so takpe.. hehehe.. angkat laa.. tp yang lain diam pliss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1FjtM46wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/uAoxGO_r6JM/s1600-h/n812567087_946248_9030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1FjtM46wI/AAAAAAAAAr4/uAoxGO_r6JM/s400/n812567087_946248_9030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268443618824743682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took a break kejap laa.. because shooting ni memang tiring... During the break, we had cupcakes.. Julie made it specially in celebration of Sara and Hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1Hl8pAprI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zTkWr308j8E/s1600-h/n812567087_946225_3723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1Hl8pAprI/AAAAAAAAAsA/zTkWr308j8E/s400/n812567087_946225_3723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268445856352216754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute... very pink and purple... reminds me of.. erm... who is in Jakarta at the mo'... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*khayal jap*&lt;/span&gt;...  ehemm.. it's nice... the cake i mean... orange cupcakes.. Apparently Julie is starting her own &lt;a href="http://janni-cupcakes.blogspot.com/"&gt;cupcake business &lt;/a&gt;.. So siapa nk bole laa pegi order ngan dia ye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The designs.. if u notice.. there's a few that had a school badge.. hahah..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; BBGS FOREVER &lt;/span&gt;gitu!.. I think all the designs were pretty and straight forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; Somehow.. when i requested for the cupcake with "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BR&lt;/span&gt;" on it from the word "CELE&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRA&lt;/span&gt;TING",  in which i pronounced it as "B.R - BRA"... And this was wat happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;Ayu.. can you take one for me? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu :&lt;/span&gt; Which one do u want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; The one with BRA.. B.R.. BRA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Ayu took one out from the box and handed to me..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Ayu : &lt;/span&gt;Nah...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1OW4T3P5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/fnTfoTtwzE0/s1600-h/n565594870_881317_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1OW4T3P5I/AAAAAAAAAsI/fnTfoTtwzE0/s400/n565594870_881317_1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268453294073134994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously....  In my eyes those were nothing but just balloons... But Ayu saw things beyond that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my innocence that night... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayu..... This is for giving me 3 boobies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1AbbuvtLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Y0U6suxf0fI/s1600-h/n565594870_881326_344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1AbbuvtLI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Y0U6suxf0fI/s400/n565594870_881326_344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268437979137815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai and Sara.. the two celebrated one.. AND Sasha.. the... erm.. one with the BBGS badge cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1OXN724mI/AAAAAAAAAsY/cmYKPqhAPv4/s1600-h/n565594870_881314_365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1OXN724mI/AAAAAAAAAsY/cmYKPqhAPv4/s400/n565594870_881314_365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268453299878027874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night i finally got hold of the BR cake.. Pheww!!... and AT as well that spells.. B.R.A.T!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1OW_Y3Q4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/BX7FNSjMzWk/s1600-h/n565594870_881333_6286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR1OW_Y3Q4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/BX7FNSjMzWk/s400/n565594870_881333_6286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268453295973155714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all goooood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2132033065766324189?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2132033065766324189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2132033065766324189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2132033065766324189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2132033065766324189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-finally-lost-my-innocence.html' title='I finally lost my innocence...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SR54HqNUKnI/AAAAAAAAAsg/ehnhTLnzht8/s72-c/n812567087_947159_510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7884100163406992421</id><published>2008-11-11T14:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:39:51.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding One That Fits.</title><content type='html'>Let's just say... I'm up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really that big.. well at least for now.. but it's enough to put me into some emergency that calls for desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slam me now... Shoot me now.. Criticize me now.. Demotivate me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends say i'm too patient, it's almost ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;Some say, i'm too smart for something too small..&lt;br /&gt;Some say, i'm blinded by one who's not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say whatever you want to say.. Say it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been walking together for more than 3 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being apart.. (let me rephrase.. 'away and apart'..) was necessary.. If it had not happen, we don't think we would reach this point where we kindda in mutual, unspoken understanding, depend on each other to make 'the-life' worth something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 hard, glamorous, scandalous years... We have decided that it's time to take the ship to the notorious pacific ocean.. take off the high heels.. get into the deep sea.. what we see now is  just of the iceberg.. let's give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest replica of the Bermuda Triangle that we can ever get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that, we have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7884100163406992421?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7884100163406992421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7884100163406992421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7884100163406992421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7884100163406992421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/11/finding-one-that-fits.html' title='Finding One That Fits.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6284832981157862156</id><published>2008-11-07T03:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:05:11.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politeknik..</title><content type='html'>Obama won!..&lt;br /&gt;I voted during the John Kerry - George Bush battle... but not this time.. Well, i din think i needed to.. Obama was an obvious winner.. plus i'm now a proud Malaysian...  Suci, bersih dan murni gitu... woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i do wish that our political system works like how America does it... I mean, not that it works la kan.. they're pretty much screwed up at one point too.. ahhahaha... but then again, mana ada country yang really that politically perfectly functional kan?.. Politics ARE MEANT to be dysfunctional.. if it's that perfect... man.. mcm tak politik je kan.. tak cukup drama to call it 'politics'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. i like the fact that they get to choose who will be fighting for the Presidential seat starting from within each party.. then stage by stage.. with all the debates and candidate battles.. kira betul-betul kena fight laa.. Not because your the chairman of the democratic party.. then automatically u and the president of parti tupperware will be the only candidates for the presidential seat.. Get wat i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6284832981157862156?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6284832981157862156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6284832981157862156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6284832981157862156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6284832981157862156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/11/politeknik.html' title='Politeknik..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-3696035400601102796</id><published>2008-11-01T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:25:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quay Sera Sera...</title><content type='html'>4.30am... after a long night of 'partying'.. I finally rested my head on my over puffed pillow.. diving into a deep sleep.. when suddenly The Office theme song came on in my dreams as if it was a soundtrack... Hmm.. i think my dreams could use some soundtracks but deffinitely not a theme song from The Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song kept playing over and over again... i guess it finally pushed the buttons and woke me up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea.. my cellphone ringtone is the theme song from The Office... and Yes, I am obsessed with The Office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my friend... let's just call her Tinkerbell.. imagine 6 misscalls at 4.30-ish am.. ''It must be an emergency," i thought.. AND... there u go again, her 7th attempt to get hold of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Hey... Watsap? Everything okay? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;* my huskiest, 'baru-bangun-tido' voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her :  Hey syad... thank god..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Where r u? u ok?&lt;br /&gt;Her : I'm at home.. ya, ok kot..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wuzzup? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*Still groggy and drowsy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : I need your help..&lt;br /&gt;Me :&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; *trying to clear my throat.. ehem.. ehemmm..* &lt;/span&gt;.. Sure.. Wuzzup?&lt;br /&gt;Her : I'm confused..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uhuh? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Dalam hati : pulaaakk...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : I really need your help..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yelaa.. ape die? What r u so confused about? u ok or not?&lt;br /&gt;Her : I ok... tapi ntah.. i confuse&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*got up from bed, off to the toilet to pee* &lt;/span&gt;.. uhuh?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*guggled some water*&lt;/span&gt;.. wazzup?&lt;br /&gt;Her : I dunno if i should take the Air Asia job, or stick to modeling, or continue with my designing stuff...&lt;br /&gt;Me : What?!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Dalam hati : What the fork and spoon?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : Hehehe.. sorry laa.. but it's bugging me.. I takleh tido thinking of it..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Well, i tak boleh tido almost everyday...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*Still in the what the fudge mode*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : I really need your help..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Do we really have to do this now?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i felt the urge to put my head in the toilet bowl and flush it down the drain. Argh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her : Urm...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ok fine.. but better be worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ok ok ok... thanks.. i really need your opinion..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Y me?&lt;br /&gt;Her : Because u're always a good advisor.. plus it's sumthing ur familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Familiar?? Air Asia recruiters tengok i pun boleh muntah berdarah... Modeling agency mmg terus buasir terkeluar anak perut semua laaa...&lt;br /&gt;Her : Hahahaahaha.. noooo... i mean u're always surrounded by the hottest people..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ermmm... I ain't no pimp.. (Dalam hati : does this mean like.. u think u're hot and what not??? Am I still dreaming?)&lt;br /&gt;Her : I know u Syad..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Anyway... what opinion do u want..&lt;br /&gt;Her : If it was you.. what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Which are?&lt;br /&gt;Her : Stewardess, Model, Designer?&lt;br /&gt;Me : If it was really me.. designer laa.. sbb hell i know there wud be no place for me for the other two..&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ok ok.. kalau u're all that...&lt;br /&gt;Me : Define 'all that'...&lt;br /&gt;Her : All hot n gorgeous..&lt;br /&gt;Me (dalam hati) : If i was hot and gorgeous, i would smack you right on your face and break your nose right now!!! Yeah, that's what i'd do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urghhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame Thinkerbell for calling me early in the morning for opinions.. She's not the only one.. I get calls asking "Should i wear red or pink?" at 3am in the morning because it is urgent... Seriously, I'm ok with it.. For a certain people who are precious to me.. yes, it is expected of that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But u see... don't ask me questions like that.. It will make me flush my head down the toilet bowl... tak elok... seriously!! busuk dalam toilet bowl tu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-3696035400601102796?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/3696035400601102796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=3696035400601102796' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3696035400601102796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3696035400601102796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/11/4.html' title='Quay Sera Sera...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2910275398610022290</id><published>2008-10-21T14:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:00:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerja opis bapak....</title><content type='html'>Here's the one question that has driven me up the wall since i came back to KL.. and now that it's raya and all, my patience has just gone beyond my sanity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not the question of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bila nak kawin?&lt;/span&gt;"... well, ya.. and that too, no doubt.. but i'm not gonna bother about that because i know myself more and I have chosen to keep things to myself... So, i kindda expect people (even the closest of family) to wonder about my status and all that comes with it... huhu.. and i am not annoyed by it!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no.. that's not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that just ticks me off lately is when relatives or friends come up to me and say something like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Ooo kerja dengan ayah.. baguslah! Senang laa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Keje ngan ayah senanglaa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Best laa bapak ade company sendiri.. senang je keje"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Senang???!!? I wishhhh... I think people watch Malay films or Malay drama too much.. seriously waaaaaay too much! Honestly, don't believe whatever u see on Samarinda or whatever those TV3 malay soaps are called..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is... or shall i name this list as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Reality of Kerja Opis Bapak that Malay Films Tipu You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1-There's no such thing as a private, huge arse room when you first enter your dad's company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- You don't just sit back and relax in your office (partly because you don't even have your own private office).. That is called 'goyang kaki'.. That's not even working..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- You don't get your own secretary and no.. you don't get to boss around your dad's secretary.. And of course no PA.. Photostat your own documents and mix your own coffee.. you're 25! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Nope.. The driver doesn't drive you around.. if you have to be in Seremban for a meeting in 20minutes, that's your problem.. not his.. Even though he normally sends your family off to the airport when you go for family holidays.. AND that's because your parents are involved.. If you need a ride to the airport because u are going to Sabah with your friend.. that is also your problem.. Not his!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- You have to work! You don't come into the office and flirt around with your secretary (which doesn't exist in the first place ok..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Your work is not just about signing papers and talking cock about million dollar projects on the phone.. Get down and dirty.. Update your reports, calculate the cost, how to cut cost, know your projects.. in and out.. Find projects, contruct a kick-ass proposal, do your research.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Relating to point 6, business deals do not flow like water.. and closing a deal is as hard as finding a perfect husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Due to point 6 and 7, you will be very busy and would have no time to flirt around the office as stated in point 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Your gf or bf just don't come popping-in to the office and act as if they also own the company.. PLUS.. you can hardly find time to entertain your girlfriend or boyfriend's request for a new BMW because you don't even have one to begin with!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- No, you don't suddenly get a Mercedez CLK.. if you drive a Savvy, then stick to your savvy for a few more years.. If you already drive a Beamer prior to the job, then you're lucky and i'm jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. At dinner after taking the tab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Claim laa.. ape lagi.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ni boleh claim kat ayah ni!.."&lt;br /&gt;"keje ngan ayah.. senanglaa nak claim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim? What Claim? What is 'Claim'? I tried doing what is called "claim".. just like the other staffs in the office do.. And hell i got rejected for claiming the same friggin thing other staffs filed their claims for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;"Masyuk laa.. keje ngan ayah jadi bos.."&lt;br /&gt;"So are you like the young boss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrr... No? I'm not even near the top managerial position.. and i get paid just like anyone else of the same level as me.. So in other words.. Comparing my salary now with my previous job in Intel, it's a pay cut.. definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like what its always pictured as.. In fact, working wif my dad's company has made me a more agressif person.. erm.. worker.. Doing business is hard and challenging.. I'm on the steering wheel now.. no longer just bolts and nuts... Back in the days with intel, i just have to come in and do my work.. stayback if i need to get my work done.. the worst thing that could happen if you don't perform is bad focal.. But now, the worst that could happen if i don't perform is bankruptcy to the company and cause 40 other people to loose their jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all and all.. i kinda like the challenges.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2910275398610022290?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2910275398610022290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2910275398610022290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2910275398610022290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2910275398610022290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/10/kerja-opis-bapak.html' title='Kerja opis bapak....'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6803054956769814188</id><published>2008-10-20T01:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:19:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half about Raya and Mi Casa..</title><content type='html'>This whole weekend is about attending open houses and visiting relatives..  glad to say it's all covered! I have gone to all the compulsory houses... huhu.. lega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course the process isn't that fun.. seriously i would rather be stuck at one's house than to be on the road... it's the break lights festival here in KL.. Everyone's goin to everyone's open house til it's so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.... I have decided not to host the housewarming til raya ends... A-hah!!!  I don't wanna torture my guests and make them struggle through the jam and all that hassle just to get to my so-so housewarming party cum open house.. I figured since mine will also be a housewarming party and most of my friends are interested to see my new apartment rather than to actually beraya at my place, then it's better for me to just carry it back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS i want my guests to be happy coming to my relaxing sanctuary... bukan grumpy and all tired.. pastu komplen makanan tak sedap kan.. hik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i have yet to decide when to have it.. and some of you guys have been bugging me for pics of my new pad (..u buggers..).. here are some for your imagination.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Living Room As It Is... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2qhH3xGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8sDWODujGc0/s1600-h/DSC03291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2qhH3xGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8sDWODujGc0/s320/DSC03291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927462703154274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark purple feature wall, Shaggy carpet, black couch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2rLG8OcI/AAAAAAAAAec/M9sllHXp9kk/s1600-h/DSC03292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2rLG8OcI/AAAAAAAAAec/M9sllHXp9kk/s320/DSC03292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927473973541314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like it simple with strong features.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2rpBeU-I/AAAAAAAAAek/JusMoK6rJl4/s1600-h/DSC03294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2rpBeU-I/AAAAAAAAAek/JusMoK6rJl4/s320/DSC03294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258927482003674082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just got it a week ago.. imagine staying in this house for 6 months without drapes! ahahha.. just couldn't find one that suits.. And then came this... LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt1nAJDM9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/-S2COl4ro5Y/s1600-h/DSC03295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt1nAJDM9I/AAAAAAAAAeM/-S2COl4ro5Y/s320/DSC03295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258926302798492626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Treasure Chest all the way from Michigan.. Notice the MI004.. nostalgic *sigh*.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...&lt;br /&gt;Burrrppp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6803054956769814188?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6803054956769814188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6803054956769814188' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6803054956769814188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6803054956769814188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-about-raya-and-mi-casa.html' title='Half about Raya and Mi Casa..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SPt2qhH3xGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/8sDWODujGc0/s72-c/DSC03291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6222018472244468863</id><published>2008-10-05T01:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:06:18.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kampung in me..</title><content type='html'>Hari raya that was.... great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari raya is always great..  especially when u have an actual "kampung" to go back to..  The whole deal about going back to your 'kampung' isn't exactly the 'suasana kampung'... it's really about the sentimental value that comes with it.. i mean, honestly... i've never stayed at my 'kampung' for more that 7 days at one shot.. i don't really know the neighbor next to my grandparents'.. yeah, we go visiting and know each other's name and wat not.. but really.. that's as much as my first-hand personal connection with my kampung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what really is the essence to this whole 'raya kampung lagi best' deal other than the festivity of the orang kampung? After all,  KL was suprisingly still packed with people the night before raya!.. and not to forget some people's kampung isn't really in the form of a 'kampung'.. if u get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you.. but for me.. going balik kampung is like going to places your dad loves to go as a kid.. or spots your mom enjoys eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma passed away early this year.. which leaves me and my siblings grandparents-less... (hehe.. if that's even a phrase).. So returning to Parit Jawa, Muar (my dad's hometown) this year made me think that no matter what, even if there's no one to visit in this small town.. we will always make a point to drop by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atuk might not be around anymore.. but the Asam Pedas legacy lives on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6222018472244468863?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6222018472244468863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6222018472244468863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6222018472244468863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6222018472244468863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/10/kampung-in-me.html' title='The Kampung in me..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8896502205756137067</id><published>2008-09-30T03:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T03:32:24.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>Salam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends and families that are probably just dropping by to check out if i have posted pictures of my new condo.. (sorry it's still in progress.. the decorating i mean.. ehhe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir Dan Batin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SOEsxmy1SoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aFFHx7Q5yAY/s1600-h/rayahm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SOEsxmy1SoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aFFHx7Q5yAY/s320/rayahm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251527871229676162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8896502205756137067?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8896502205756137067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8896502205756137067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8896502205756137067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8896502205756137067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/09/salam-eid-mubarak.html' title='Salam Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SOEsxmy1SoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/aFFHx7Q5yAY/s72-c/rayahm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2015007312994055619</id><published>2008-09-12T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:34:40.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berbuka puasa yang besss..</title><content type='html'>Honestly i'm quite sick of having buffet berbuka dah... haih.. almost every other day makan buffet.. either memenuhi jemputan orang or melayan clients, &lt;s&gt;politicians &lt;/s&gt;, business associates...  my first year puasa as a businesswoman.. and of course those jemputan from Fan Clubs and other productions and what not.. So this year i have decided that i do NOT want to celebrate my birthday at any buffet ramadhan.. Makan kat rumah pun dah ok dah.. seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun on Wednesday's berbuka puasa...  for many reasons really.. but we'll get to that later ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saida's berbuka puasa.. just incase u guys have no idea who is she.. (yeap, since many of u yang kat US tatau nak balik kan..).. She's Siti Nurhaliza's older sister... yeap, THE Siti Nurhaliza.. So ya, went to berbuka with her as organized by her fan club.. And to sum it up -- IT WAS FUN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the office earlier to get some stuff settled.. Picked up Marsha.. who initially was rather shy to go... but guess what, malu.. malu pon.. pegi salon ok, buat rambut.. hampeh!! So picked her up from the salon.. then went off to pick up Ika at her apartment.. then off to Cheras for the event...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, that evening was the first time that both of us are attending an event by an FC together... before this has always been me alone.. yeap, after all these years! SO it was kind of an exciting step for both of us.. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the venue at about 6.45-ish or sumthing.. i pretty much knew the people there so it wasnt really hard breaking the ice.. was kindda worried that Marsha might not feel comfortable because then, she can be extremely shy and quiet.. but i guess the crowd and the event itself was very friendly so it was nothing but pure casual fun!.. Something Marsha can get used to easily... phew! Well, a few familiar faces was there... Intan Beckham, Kak Zetty, Saida, Ika.. enough to ease out her shyness this time.. hhahah.. THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good... like i said, i'm not really excited about buffets anymore... so was pretty much enjoying the company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many of such berbuka events, and honestly i think this is one of the best so far.. it was very casual, like i mentioned before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played games... YES! i love games... what else kan? Charades laa... We were broken into 2 teams.. each team is lead by an artiste.. namely Ika and My (wah! My) Marsha.. hahaha.. takde maknenye!... tak ingat siapa team Ika... sbb our team best giler.. wkakakak!! Marsha, Beckham, Lily (sis Wanie), Shidie (kot..) and I was in a team... Ika's team's name was "Saida Best"... eww... giler kipass montot tak hengat nye!.. Meanwhile, our team -- "Kolokolokolokolo"... ahhahah sesuai kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite us being the funner one.. wah, perasan ok.. tp mmg our team fun pun because Saida and her husband was just laughing all the time at us.. Tak cukup ngan kesengalan Marsha mengetuai kumpulan... Beckham of course memang macam huru hara laaa kan... wakakak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saida then took the stage.. well, sortta stage.. and sang Ku Mahu followed by her new single...  Sedalamnya Cinta.. Ok, i had a limit.. at 9pm we had to leave for another appointment.. so bayangkanlah... my heart was tak tenang oredy masa she performed la kan.. heh.. tak cukup tu.. Saida wanted 2 ppl to perform ku mahu wif her...  AND.. someone also named KARINA just had to open her big mouth and shouted Beckham... having that, so guess laa.. the other person dat wud have to go siapa? who else, kalau tak karina's partner kan??! DEMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we skip that part? ahhaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saida sang well.. i guess she's already in the commercial singer bubble.. hope to see more of her.. more often.. Had some business chat with her husband and Marsha outside for a while before we left... very enlightening chat session i must say.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the event was just one of the best berbuka i had.. its just filled with fun fun fun fun..  and Saida mmg best giler.. as always.. *wink* such a fun spirited, fun loving person... yes, it is justified .. one of my previous regarding her (&lt;a href="http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;).. IS VALID! huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the people who have worked hard behind it.. Oh it was just a great night.. Marsha had fun too... A perfect night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Baby, we are one week old! *Cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2015007312994055619?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2015007312994055619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2015007312994055619' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2015007312994055619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2015007312994055619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/09/berbuka-puasa-yang-besss.html' title='Berbuka puasa yang besss..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6403529461484214244</id><published>2008-08-30T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:48:10.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The B word...</title><content type='html'>Bitchy moment seems like an 'every moment' moment.. am i getting older (well which is true la kan?) .. i mean is it a sign of old age or life just got bitchier? hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Clam since last2 saturday.. well since MAHA2008.. all due to the syndrome of Ultimate Bitchyness.. yea, capital U and B.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a lain back person.. but physics of life has a better explanation.. When world fact #2146 - "It is so easy to hurt the people you love most"..  meets 'Internal Bitch Potential'.. it sums up "Force to rebel and repel".. then it leads to lack of motivation and guilt... *sigh*..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when u're too bitchy to the point of being stupid, u just need to divert your attention to something you're very sure that u're not gonna be bitchy about.. so in my case.. since bitchyness is already a built-in feature... i'm just gonna play safe and attend to something that i have not been bitchy about for a long.. long.. long time... at least this way i know what worse could happen and how to deal with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. so let me seee... what wud the 'thing' be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how many times have i used the word bitchy in this entry??? oh my gawh.. despite my laid back personality, i can be bitchy even about mentioning the word bitchy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6403529461484214244?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6403529461484214244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6403529461484214244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6403529461484214244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6403529461484214244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/b-word.html' title='The B word...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1959977005272446952</id><published>2008-08-08T02:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:49:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids and I... and Facebook</title><content type='html'>Okay... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession to make that might please most of my friends... ehemmm... With honesty, dignity and pride.. I, Syad DeAndrea LeCorr DeRosli am officially addicted to Facebook!! .. Okay-okay.. i know it's so yesterday.. some of you are probably over and so so soooo done with Facebook and now moving on to Catster or watever u call it.. or even xxxtube.com or watever that pleases u.. (AND Yes... please go ahead with you activities if any of the mentioned websites are loading in the other tab.. please.. i do not accept horniness.. only Visa or Mastercard..  Thank you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean i know this whole Facebook craze is so yesterday.. and i je terkedek-kedek now.. but u know wat, i had a lot of things going on.. SO.. sue me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn!.. Facebook is awesome man.. It has made Friendster look like a VCD haram and Facebook a full feature special edition DVD with alternative ending man!.. ooops!! i shud really stop givin publicity to these social networkers.. its not like they're paying me or anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been wanting to bring my cat, Mukhsin here to stay with me in this new apartment of mine.. but the problem is --&gt; He's so used to staying in a landed house with a pond and garden within the compound.. so even though he has never gone beyond the fences, he gets to move around a lot and enjoy nature as he pleases... So moving him to a confined 1200sqft apartment is probably not a good idea.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then.. next to Mukhsin, there's another eligible cat.. Tabby.. the prob with Tabby is that he's very hyperactive and climbs up to anything.. and everything!.. so that's not so safe either...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So up till today i have yet to decide whether or not i should have a cat in the house... For the time being, that is till i decide and since i moved in..  Mukhsin would come over during the weekends... I am  really not confident of him staying in this apartment... i love him so much that i don't think i can bare looking at his dead body on the ground upon his unintentional suicidal jump from the 2nd floor... hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND THEN... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marsha left for her hometown this morning... it's been a while.. gud for her!.. So for the next few days, i'm having Tommy, Miracle and Hugo (Oh yes.. Hugo was discovered.. by the Discovery Channel.. heh.. celebrity cats.. biasalaa.. spoilt..)... hahah.. no lah.. kidding..  a girl found Hugo and returned him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well yeah.. Tommy, Hugo n Miracle.. this week i'm gonna have a the whole perfume counter here in the house.. hahahah!! (Maybe i should buy a goldfish tomorrow and name it Cool Water... also i should name the apples on the dining table Be Delicious!!)... and I was also thinking of getting a blonde hamster and name it Paris Hilton.. hmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far i'm loving it!!! Miracle follows me everywhere... even as i'm typing this entry.. she's here sleeping right next to this computer.. Tommy and Hugo are just chillin' and enjoying the quietness of this artist's house.. (wah! artist ok... hahahah).. They're good cats.. and they're used to staying in an apartment.. so i guess living in confined space isn't really a big deal to them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugo is still unwell due to the 'wilderness' during his lost.. so he needs special attention.. but it's not a problem because i am pretty used to pet medication and medical treatment... when i got Mukhsin, his left hand was seriously injured. It was a 2 inch deep staph infection. So puss were just squirting out every second..  So taking care of Hugo is just a matter of responsibility.. But other than that.. its on cruise control.. Hey! it's great havin them around.. i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i should keep track of the progress.. and see at the end of the day if i should have a cat in this house.. hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SJtMIyH3-rI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hBWzvsR3IGk/s320/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231859105898429106" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SJtLdcw4JTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2K3vkwzY_A0/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231858361430451506" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SJtNGxWifaI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Dh7EmBbE_ZI/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231860170843389346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/24257023-1959977005272446952?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1959977005272446952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1959977005272446952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1959977005272446952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1959977005272446952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-and-i-and-facebook.html' title='The kids and I... and Facebook'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/SJtMIyH3-rI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hBWzvsR3IGk/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-9215683053477835524</id><published>2008-07-17T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:03:52.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah..</title><content type='html'>Alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally almost settled down in KL.. cuma skang tengah kumpul duit je nak beli TV LCD screen 32" yg agak costly tu and other decoratives for the house.. banyak juga pakai duit rumah baru ni.. now i can understand the hardship and struggle of making money and making a living, starting and maintaining a life.. It's tough man.. I've spent almost all the money i made over the past 2 years that i've been working.. tapi takpa, i've got a car and a decent house in return.. i guess that's ok.. kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that life has begun to take a real turn, i think i should be more disciplined in managing my finances.. aiya!! i hate it.. but i have to.. or else, merasa lah kene tendang kuar dek bank.. hahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me to start practicing on my discipline by blogging.. as u all know i haven't been blogging for ages oredy.. so maybe i shud try.. just to keep myself disciplined.. so here i am.. givin it a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty.. back to work.. da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-9215683053477835524?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/9215683053477835524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=9215683053477835524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9215683053477835524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9215683053477835524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/07/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5808790735971137716</id><published>2008-05-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:04:28.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AF and what not..</title><content type='html'>Seriously I feel nauseous right now dah.. perut giler full dah telan 15 meatballs tadi ngan marsha kat ikea... i mana boleh makan bebanyak.. die lain laa.. mmg stock makan nasi setimbun gunung kinabalu!.. Not only that she ate 15 meatballs, she had nuggets and mashed potatoes on the side with a slice of DAIM cake.. OMG.. matilaa ko esok masuk TV live telecast lagi.. Oops! terlebih suda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally coming to its end.. 10 weeks of weekends stress, unnecessary emotions, early dinners and of course -- bitching.. Seriously, when AF season start je.. apa lagi, dosa pun sama naik dengan afundi.. ahhahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pick for the season are Saida and Stacy... Yes, maki laa aku.. i don't care! Nak Saida jugak!! Regardless of what you guys think, i personally think Saida is cool.. she has a pleasant personality and a nice sweet tone.. she's pretty hot for a mom of 4.. despite her screw-ups.. i still think she's cool and i like her alot really... As for Stacy, i am pretty much a hard-core supporter of Stacy.. TalentS (Yess! Talents with a big "S" ok... ), personality, cuteness, all in one package.. and of course... my pick for Juara would definitely be -- STACY! STACY! STACY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interview Question : Anda memilih juara berdasarkan apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syad's Answer : Saya memilih juara berdasarkan Stacy.  &lt;/span&gt;*with a big angelic grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh?? muahahah!! STACY FOR CHAMP!! All the way... Seriously kalau stacy kalah, i'm gonna be so depressed and probably malu giler sbb dah dok canang everywhere stacy juara.. wakakka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. Ija left for Korea on Thursday.. surprised her by actually goin to the airport to send her.. ahahha.. mak tak penah wat cam tu taww nyah... Sempat suh die afundi stacy 1 round tu before flying off.. eekkekekek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to bed... tomorrow will be THE DAY... and sempena dah malam-malam ni.. ape kata afundi Stacy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5808790735971137716?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5808790735971137716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5808790735971137716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5808790735971137716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5808790735971137716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/05/af-and-what-not.html' title='AF and what not..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8487408156186053269</id><published>2008-03-11T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:17:43.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the way from Rajasthan...</title><content type='html'>Salam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i hung out with Aishwarya Rai at the movies... abhishek had to do sumthing so she asked if i could teman her... so i said.. Y not.. We went to the movies and met up with vijay oberoi for supper later... To my surprise i was offered position as Production Assistant for an upcoming film by Farah Khan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.. that din happen... yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha... I'm now in Jaipur.. the third city after Delhi and Agra. It's been wild, i must say.. I'm darker, you can even see my t-shirt sleeves lines..  I've probably built some muscles and lost some weight.. huuuhuhuhuuh... the sole of my feet is cracking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite all that..  I'm having a good time..:) India's great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll share some pics and videos when i get back ya.. take care!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8487408156186053269?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8487408156186053269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8487408156186053269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8487408156186053269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8487408156186053269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-way-from-rajasthan.html' title='All the way from Rajasthan...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2090417518103280563</id><published>2008-03-06T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:10:58.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Singapore.. With love.</title><content type='html'>Hello world!.. hahaha.. ( I always wanted to say that.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 6th of March 2008.. so in other words, i have left Malaysia and on the way to India!!... Currently i am in Singpore's Changi Airport waiting  for my flight to New Delhi. I've got 3 more hours to spare!.. Despite being anxious abt this whole India thing.. I am pretty bored here.. i mean 3 hours man... hmmm.. Aishah's probably already arrived there.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing its changi... so there's quite a lot of activities to do.. like erm.. eat.. eat.. eat.. eat..eat.. eat.. eat.. and internet surfing.. I'm so tempted to buy some stuff at the duty free store.. hmm..  no... no.. no.. don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright guys.. i've got like 7 minutes left or so to use this computer (Yes, they have a timer.. y'know, kiasu-ism.. heheheh...shhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. i'll see you guys in Delhi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.. Take care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2090417518103280563?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2090417518103280563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2090417518103280563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2090417518103280563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2090417518103280563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-singapore-with-love.html' title='From Singapore.. With love.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-2133561546785512615</id><published>2008-03-04T16:14:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:25.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my University days back!!!</title><content type='html'>Rachel nudged me the other day.. erm.. on MSN of course... I would have smacked her with a washing machine if it was in real life.. hahaha.. She left me a line of message which was nothing but a URL to her picasa page.. Well, i was so 'free' at that time so i had a look at it.. And voila! pictures from way back.. 2003 , Kalamazoo Michigan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't remember when was this. If only it had dates.. But back in the US we partied alot.. so it must be from one of the weekend get togethers at our crib (based some elements in the pics, it looks like it was when i was still staying in that house.. hmm..)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. thot i'd share.. so here u go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173799838006404146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80HimtYZDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7Ga0euYoo_c/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taboo_%28game%29"&gt;Taboo&lt;/a&gt;.. One of the games we would play that involves no binge drinking other than Charades.. ( I dun take alcohol btw... i usually take Coke if i play drinking games and it drives Shaf mad cos i'll be vomitting away for the rest of the night.. hehe.. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173800623985419362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80IQWtYZGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0tcOlVMVJS0/s400/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me watching the game while Shaf kene ngorat as usual.... ehhehhh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173801457209074850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80JA2tYZKI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6kyH-0vmSKY/s400/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another thing that always happened at parties like this was the unexplainable rogol session... hahahahah.. Shireen was probably the first victim that night.. HAR HAR HAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173801289705350290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80I3GtYZJI/AAAAAAAAAbo/7ZYi_CpKnDI/s400/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Then Ann... hahahah.. kesian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173801929655477442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80JcWtYZMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/D3S9MQGvOwk/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two victims down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80JtGtYZNI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ubAIqaAlmlU/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173802217418286290" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80JtGtYZNI/AAAAAAAAAcI/ubAIqaAlmlU/s400/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh! and then my attempt wif Tisha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173801032007312514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80IoGtYZII/AAAAAAAAAbg/7zAU148nD3w/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh wait!! NO!!.. Tisha decided to go on with Ann.. hahahhaha... Sex with some carrots.. "Carrot susu" ayy Tish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173807710681457890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80Os2tYZOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Yyap3lDRLW4/s400/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What the.... ?!!!! Shireen... shireen... I think this is part of her " Victoria Secret Supermodel" pose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80IcWtYZHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/grVuFhcwEuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173800830143849586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80IcWtYZHI/AAAAAAAAAbY/grVuFhcwEuQ/s400/IMG_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HHHAHAHAA... crazy!!... I miss those daysss.... *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80HxmtYZEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Bfd21DcuIXI/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173800095704441922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80HxmtYZEI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Bfd21DcuIXI/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Rach for the pics... I'll see you sometime..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: to all in the pics.. i miss you guys. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-2133561546785512615?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/2133561546785512615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=2133561546785512615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2133561546785512615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/2133561546785512615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-my-university-days-back.html' title='I want my University days back!!!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R80HimtYZDI/AAAAAAAAAa4/7Ga0euYoo_c/s72-c/IMG_0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4642824718632192811</id><published>2008-02-12T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:25.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The most...</title><content type='html'>Aishah told me the other day that the most useful investment i've made in the year 2007 was my k800i Sony Ericsson.. Which then later i got a k350i as a gift from someone really special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened was that my old phone, a Sony Ericsson.. model number w-i-dun-care.. had problems with MMS.. So for the longest time, i had no means of receiving or sending MMS... sending MMS was not my thing.. (Well, back then hehehhe..) .. but receiving MMS was just a daily feed for me. The thing is, i am surrounded by people who loves sharing pictures with me despite whether or not i have my MMS activated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So having said that... For the longest time, i would only receive messages from MAXIS saying that i have received an MMS and that i would need to log in to this slow-loading website and login to a slow connection to load up another slow-loading page.. to slowly load the picture... half way before the connection decides that it's just to slow that it shud just die... Then despite the slow respond, i would go back to the intial slow loading page and slowly do all the slow steps there is to slowly get to see the picture... a whole vicious cycle, i tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway.. those were the days.. Now i am happy with my K800i and my K350i... I love my Sony Ericsson phones i should just marry them! Well technically, i sleep with my K800i like a pair of lovers, 'hand-in-hand'... hahaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.. after month of using it.. I am still obsessed with this thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seemed like a relaxing day.. So i spared sometime planning out the India trip... which is due in less than a month!... sat at Starbucks at Borders after work.. and before anything, i HAD to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R7MrEGdkpBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Akh-t5hyvn4/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166520546978210834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R7MrEGdkpBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Akh-t5hyvn4/s400/DSC01598.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HAHAHAHA... I'm obsessed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4642824718632192811?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4642824718632192811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=4642824718632192811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4642824718632192811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4642824718632192811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/02/most.html' title='The most...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R7MrEGdkpBI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Akh-t5hyvn4/s72-c/DSC01598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6772625074673354140</id><published>2008-02-07T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:26.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of caring...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it is good when you are a hopeless romantic. Being romantic means being able to show that you care in a more expressive, effortful yet gentle way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're one when even the simplest of things... like making a cup of coffee in the morning for the person you care for dearly involves proper timing and of course, the sweetest of gesture... Like a little motivational note or just a simple"Good Morning" on the saucer... y'know, just to start a good day..  Anything that triggers positive vibes would do, if u ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, my dear bestfriend was having a bad day after a midterm exam and was just feeling down.. So i prepared two cups of hot chocolate for both of us (because that's what she likes.. eventhough i don't.. ) and put on Ace Ventura on the DVD player for a good laugh.. and true enough.. it made her feel so much better&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (without any shopping therapy!)&lt;/span&gt;.. and to top it all - A stronger friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's the thing.. I'm a girl.. of course it's easy for me to think of things to do.. Females are generally born with an innate knowledge of these stuffs.. That's why we expect that from a relationship.. *hint*.. So this entry is dedicated to my male friends who might have problems understanding the art of being romantic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical perception that romantic means flowers, chocolates, teddy bears and all that typical stuff &lt;a href="http://www.blooming.com.my/"&gt;blooming.com.my&lt;/a&gt; make you buy...  Well, i don't deny that those are romantic especially when chocolates are seductive.. But being romantic doesn't necessarily mean seducing... For me,  being romantic means spicing up or refreshing a relationship/friendship.. As humans, we get bored over the same old stuff after sometime.. that's why in life we need choices and different things to do... As much as you love sports, you don't watch ESPN the whole 24 hrs a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year now do you?.. Same thing goes in a relationship.. let it be family, lovers and friends... Humans are not made to endure the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;So that's why sometimes you need to throw in something new, something special to break the boredom of the usual routine once in a while.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So how to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there isn't any step by step manual on how to be romantic nor there is any rule on what makes one.. It is purely a combination of things done in your own creativity... So the basic ideas of romantic are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1- IMPRACTICAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being romantic needs effort.. Practical stuffs are not romantic.. Simple example, cooking is a lot more romantic than ordering take-out.. A hand made birthday card is always more personal than the one bought from the shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2- PERSONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, any close relationship is personal.. So to be romantic, it is a must to be personal. It is always best to do personal kind of things.   As far as birthday presents and so forth go, you can make the gift personal by carefully considering your beloved's interests and choosing a gift uniquely suited to  her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3- STYLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a very important rule.. Ok perhaps RULE #1?..  Be elegant, humble, refined, independent, thoughtful, responsible, compassionate, spontaneous, reputable, graceful, polite, literate, entertaining, discreet, funny, upstanding, sensitive, fun, sophisticated, pleasant, selfless, reverent, and genuine.  And if you can't, fake it.  And don't overdo it... Pulling a surprise always helps too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;  4- ELEMENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kind of elements really? while the list is endless, here are some :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i- Low Lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really say this is rule number one.. but this should somewhat be given extra attention to. The rationale of this is actually to give focus on the subject matter or whatever you're trying to present.. Candles are known to give the romantic ambiance but just dimming the lights in the room would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii- Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music brings in the mood in any occasion. Just like if' you're thinking of taking a slow long drive, a slow ballad would be favorable as oppose to heavy metal rock when speeding on the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii- Cute things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very subjective. Cute doesn't always mean babies, teddy bears or kittens. Cute can be anything... Small things are cute.  If you see a food product in a grocery store that comes in a smaller package than usual, get it, because there's a very good chance it's cute.  The same goes for travel size shampoo, toothpaste, and so on... But why cute? Because cute stuffs are inherently romantic... I don't exactly know why but they just are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewww... ok, so i've shared my two cents.. It's not that hard but it does take alot of effort and time.. but you know what, nothing beats making another happy... When you get that smile on your friend's face, you'll feel good and it's all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Valentines Day in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;-------{--@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R6poQBpwyWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aJVN1ZDnXRA/s1600-h/Picture+233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R6poQBpwyWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aJVN1ZDnXRA/s400/Picture+233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164054547264489826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24257023-6772625074673354140?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6772625074673354140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6772625074673354140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6772625074673354140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6772625074673354140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-of-caring.html' title='The art of caring...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R6poQBpwyWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/aJVN1ZDnXRA/s72-c/Picture+233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-116377061927188935</id><published>2008-01-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:27.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am full!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huwarghh.. Holah! Been pretty busy these days.. hmm.. i think i should stop using the 'i am busy' statement.. it's just too cliche.. You know what, i think that's the most overly used alasan that gets you out from every single obligation there is.. Don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... let's just say my days have been filled up these days.. sounds cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my cousins got married last Saturday... So before my mind starts wandering to something less important.. Congratulations to Shahman Ali Suhaimy and Marissa Shahirah Abdullah.. I guess it would be a total life changing experience for Marissa.. not only that she's now a wife but also a muslim, a West Malaysian, a KL-ite and the fun-est part... A TALIB BANDAR! So welcome to Islam, to Semenanjung Malaysia and to the family... bah.. (I have some sabahan training as you all know, ok.. heheh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57bBhpwyQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yPVoH-SeOHU/s1600-h/DSC01474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160803042273052930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57bBhpwyQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yPVoH-SeOHU/s400/DSC01474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57a2hpwyPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/viNbzPX-yl0/s1600-h/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160802853294491890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57a2hpwyPI/AAAAAAAAAY0/viNbzPX-yl0/s400/222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While waiting for Akad Nikah.. heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway.. how's ur weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Weekend was good.. Other than the wedding.. there was the Anugerah Juara Lagu on Sunday... My favorite women competed... Jaclyn Victor kicked ass winning the best vocal award.. Misha omar kicked ass kicking... as usual.. though not at her best, those hands and feet just kept kicking!.... Siti Nurhaliza kicked ass performing with her new image.. Is it me or does she really remind us of &lt;em&gt;'someone'&lt;/em&gt;??..oops!.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Used-to-be underground band, Estranged won the grand prize with Itu Kamu.. An AF product &lt;em&gt;(sortta.. without AF, Estranged would probably remained underground a lil longer)&lt;/em&gt; that actually won something because of the quality and not popularity.. And Mawi? Of course Mawi won.. duh!.. For every award show there is.. there has to be a special category for Mawi... yup, the one where the juries are actually these digital signal bits that appears on cellphones in a form of texts.. I think wireless providers might wanna consider adding a few more lines on their SMS promotion ads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57GthpwyKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kpGrcQUX9W4/s1600-h/digi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160780708443113634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57GthpwyKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/kpGrcQUX9W4/s400/digi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57GlhpwyJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UpGSvMS6Sng/s1600-h/hotlink2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160780571004160146" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57GlhpwyJI/AAAAAAAAAYE/UpGSvMS6Sng/s400/hotlink2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Speaking of AJL, Faizal Tahir didn't perform his 2 nominated songs after that whole 'superman' act... what a waste! So much for having two nominations... Well, as much as i am a liberal person.. i honestly think that his act was just off limits.. Yes, he's one cool dude.. but u know what? If the law says no, and all western artistes that have ever made their appearances or performed in this territory has put so much effort to re-compose their acts just to respect the customs and laws of this country, and then suddenly you, a citizen just had to ramp into it.. That's not cool dude.. not cool. After all, he was a nasyid singer and will always be associated to that.. on top of that, a religiously strict and proffesional parents.. Oh and dun forget the not-so-sexy body.. Not cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had this discussion with a my housemate, Aishah a week ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aishah: Why do singers have this urge to take off their clothes when singing? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Syad: Hmmm.. i'm not sure.. maybe is should ask Heliza why..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hik.. dat's just wrong isn't it? kenot!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking about Heliza... She's been nominated for the Anugerah Bintang Popular in the Artis Baru Wanita Paling Popular category... I haven't said this for a long time.. so here you go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"VOTE FOR HELIZA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Hanim said this afternoon... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Voting for heliza is like supporting u (as in me)"..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my dear friends and my many-many cousins.. if you guys happen to come across a copy of Berita Harian... please show you love and support to me.. If she wins this.. i shall blanja u all makan.. how about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, my job here is done... tc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-116377061927188935?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/116377061927188935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=116377061927188935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116377061927188935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116377061927188935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-not-to-break-up-suddenly-even.html' title='I am full!!!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R57bBhpwyQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/yPVoH-SeOHU/s72-c/DSC01474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-3906666194375361080</id><published>2008-01-14T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:48:59.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia Airlines doesn't challenge me.</title><content type='html'>So here i was YouTube-ing.. hmm i wonder if we can classify youtubing a hobby... i mean, y not rite? It's time consuming, requires interest and it fills up ur free time.. what a hobby shud be right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway.. try searching for "Air Asia" on YouTube.. (Yes, me and my Air Asia... rub it in.. ya.. ya.. ya..).. Actually i have not been on Air Asia for many months already.. Despite my depressed financial situation, for some reasons i have been enjoying the luxury of Malaysia Airlines more than ever last year.. Which also explains why i haven't been writing much... because Air Asia excites me and inspires me to write.. Whereas for MAS, i guess they just don't challenge me enough.. lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait... i forgot what i was gonna say... erm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya.. try searching for "Air Asia" on YouTube.. What a shame!!.. It's very disrespectful to women.. I don't want to go into much details, it's just humiliating to even talk about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friendly note to Air Asia stewardesses -- Please be strict on this inflight cellphone usage thing.. Because at the end, its your dignity that's on jeopardy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson phones now comes with Flight Mode. This feature allows you to turn on your cellphone in the aircraft without interupting the flight communication system. But u know what, these days cellphones are not only good for communication but also for entertainment and 'entertainment'...  I just hope i don't find anyone i know in those 'Air Asia' videos. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... here's another must see from YouTube... HHAHAHHA.. Buffalax rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TtJRNyPK-lc&amp;amp;rel=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Girly Man!! Girly Man!!! Girl Man Man Man.... HAHHAHAHA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-3906666194375361080?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/3906666194375361080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=3906666194375361080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3906666194375361080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3906666194375361080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/01/malaysia-airlines-doesnt-challenge-me.html' title='Malaysia Airlines doesn&apos;t challenge me.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-4754617845274601946</id><published>2008-01-10T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:46:35.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It gets even better!</title><content type='html'>Before writing this entry.... i was blog hopping my friends' blogs.. I went from the famous to the most unknown ones.. and after spending the past hour reading blogs.. i came to learn that my blog.. Yes, this blog.. is by far the crappiest of them all.. HAHAHA.. And u know what, since this the beginning of a new year... (I ikut Maal Hijrah, btw.. ekekek.. hik..).. I'm just gonna keep the crap growing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the first crap of the year! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0W1VY4b9IQQ&amp;amp;rel=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn!! No wonder i got really fat.. HAHAHAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how does this gonna really help one's english proficiency?? Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-4754617845274601946?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/4754617845274601946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=4754617845274601946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4754617845274601946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/4754617845274601946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-gets-even-better.html' title='It gets even better!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8710062620093855321</id><published>2007-12-13T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:28.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPK as how i remembered it..</title><content type='html'>Phew.. photos from the bowling event came in at about 10pm just now.. Honestly, i have been on and off the phone since 7pm.. a lot of people to talk to today.. demam dah nak baik, so mulut pun dah rajin laa skit nk berbual even though tekak still sakit.. hehhee.. And finally only a few minutes ago i managed to look at the first 130 pictures taken on last Sunday's event..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The event was mainly bowling and partly her birthday... Marsha turned 22 on the 6th of December... Since it was a weekday, we had to bring it forward to the nearest weekend.. Saturday is a no-no because of the Sabbath Observance. Eventhough i don't think she's strict on that anymore, it is still a part of her religion so we need to respect that... Hence, Sunday the 9th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for the first time we are combining with Marsha's fans under the name Marsha United (a union of Marsha's Fan Clubs) to host an event.. Being with MarshaLondoh for more than 2 years has gained me trust from both Marsha and her fans... So working between the two, 1- as Marsha's rep.. 2- a connector to Marsha United and Maestro was an honor and also a valuable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall i would say, it all went well... Everyone who's worked hard on this especially the M2M Crew has all the bragging rights for the next 12 months.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started on time, ended on time.. Thanks to Marsha's artiste manager, Nadia for keeping up with the schedule.. Often in the past, guest of honor a.k.a "The Artiste" would turn up late and causing the whole event to delay... I mean, it is after all their event kan? How hard is it really to understand the logic rite?.. hehehe.. So again... thanks to Nadia, Marsha arrived at 9.30-ish whereas she was supposed to come only at 10!! Sia Banggak..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was good... Funny thing is... people kept assuming that the delicious Nasi Lemak came from Praap Street.. erk!! No?!.. It was catered but not from Praap Street ok.. Haiyaaa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay.. enough with that.. I need to edit those pics to be put on the web.. Marsha's website needs to be updated.. like seriously.. I'll do it this weekend i guess. (Yeay! i have a free weekend this week!! *Doing the Macarena dance*) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, i need a break. I really do. So, this week is gonna be all about me.. me.. me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty.. need to sleep.. it's almost 3am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some from Underneath Pokok Kelapak.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R2GDkNm_lvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/phC60rfaPYA/s1600-h/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143536907585558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R2GDkNm_lvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/phC60rfaPYA/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143655709956416034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R2Hvna7coiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/eYJSba0pZUo/s400/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143536499563665090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R2GDMdm_lsI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Fo4MOUmTYFk/s400/IMG_2823+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143536637002618578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R2GDUdm_ltI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/BG0Ne8SFRzc/s400/IMG_2874+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8710062620093855321?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8710062620093855321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8710062620093855321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8710062620093855321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8710062620093855321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/12/upk-as-how-i-remembered-it.html' title='UPK as how i remembered it..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R2GDkNm_lvI/AAAAAAAAAWg/phC60rfaPYA/s72-c/Untitled-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-3787747741050446239</id><published>2007-12-12T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:28.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, in fact i'm still alive..</title><content type='html'>Hello??... kruuk kruk... the sounds of cricket..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously.. i think as you get older, you kindda get lazier to erm.. wait.. is there even a word? Lazier? Lazy-er.. ? Is there? oh watever.. i'm gonna use it anyway.. hahaha.. Well, i have been away for like.. erm.. 4 months? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and foremost, a shout to my lovely housemate - Hanim whom recently got engaged to long-time boyfriend, drummer Hadi (Echehh.. konon cam report on People Magazine laa.. ahahahah!!).. Due to my 7 days a week working schedule, i was unable to attend the engagement ceremony that took place at Hanim's residence in Nibong Tebal... Where was i? What else.. my other life lah! *sigh*.. Y'know what, that's REASON NO.1 why i haven't i updated my friggin blog.. valid? heheh.. yes i am infact tired and seriously need a break.. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which bring me to Action no #621 - Buy tickets to India.. Yahoo! Yesterday my travel agent confirmed my tickets to India.. to prove it, here u go :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142979012808644274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R1-IKdm_lrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DirFOhUeUss/s400/DSC01025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See.. seee... see.... ROSLI/SYADHAFIZA MS is goin to India baby.. SG 109 06MAR KULSIN 1430 then SG408 06MAR SINDEL 1840... huhuhu!! *Doing the chicken dance..* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With whom? With the most Indian influenced friend i have living in my crib.. or shud i introduce to you guys as my other housemate - "Aishahwarya Rai".. Will be returning to Malaysia on the 2oth of March.. so that means i'll be doing a lot of travelling in India in 14 days.. We're goin to start from New Delhi down to Mumbai and back up to New Delhi.. Details? Well, let's keep that one for future entry huh.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm... So, i guess i'll have to do alot of workout and save lots of money... Let me write this down.. Ok.. So i need to :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- loose weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- keep money...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Action Required no1 shouldn't be so big of an issue.. I have too much work to keep me occupied and away from food.. (as if.. hahaha..).. Plus i'm teaching some babies swimming.. so if i can get my arse up on the threadmill that would be great. The question is... Can i? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for no2.. here's the problem.. I'm off to Beijing on the 23rd of this month with my family.. So that means i will need to use the money i have saved up now for personal shopping.. Then if things go according to plan, i might be goin cuti-cuti Bandung with Shaf mid of year.. And if things get even better (or worse) Sabah in January... Erkk!! OMG, then there's the Mega Sale and a pair of shoes that i really want.. this is just too much!! SO much to spend, so little money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there's actually 1 solution to both problems.. DISCIPLINE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But how about "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malasnyeeeeee.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-3787747741050446239?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/3787747741050446239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=3787747741050446239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3787747741050446239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3787747741050446239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-in-fact-im-still-alive.html' title='Yes, in fact i&apos;m still alive..'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/R1-IKdm_lrI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DirFOhUeUss/s72-c/DSC01025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-3736365325981919841</id><published>2007-08-03T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:42:26.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About A Good Story.</title><content type='html'>Ok so i have been procrastinating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh.. i am really trying to keep to a schedule here. I sortta promised myself that i should start blogging again in this blog starting August 1st and not just my other &lt;a href="http://helizahelmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. But looks like i am 3 days behind schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what can i write today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets seee..... what do we have?&lt;br /&gt;1- Anuar Ibrahim .. no i shudn't.. i might end up in jail and i know for sure no one really is gonna bail me out.. i'm not gonna tell my parents of course.. these are things u just don't tell 'em.&lt;br /&gt;2- Film Festival that starts like.. today.. in PENANG and i am friggin goin back to KL?!&lt;br /&gt;3- Jac Victor won the Ikon Malaysia thing... Woot woot! Well, who else do u think shud win? Dayang?? OMG, puhlease... I honestly think.. if u're a Malay singer.. u shud be able to sing Malay songs better than English. AND please.. wats with the slang? Notice how she pronounce 't'.. i dun think so?!!&lt;br /&gt;4- The racist Ad for Intel Core Duo.. nah.. too serious.. i'm not in the mood for that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. lets just talk abt film in general. Actually i'm really tempted to get back behind the cameras and get some actions rolling.. PROBLEM IS... I have no solid story to even start a script. I have a lot of stories in mind but i just haven't found any worth a shot. I mean i don't want to just make a film. I want to make a good film. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly makes for a good film?&lt;br /&gt;A good story... well told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to think of it again... A good story is subjective. I may find Sepet a good story but i know a few people who doesnt. So how exactly do u see one as a good story? Well... no one really knows. There's no specific rule as to how a good story shud be. Sometimes it love at first watch and a lot of time it will take you a few times before you get your "Aha!" moment. But basically, a good story will have 3-dimensional characters and of course a good plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an engineer myself probably explains why i can be pretty technical about stuff. I have a thing for good editing. I believe that a movie is only a story nothing better than your granma telling it if techniques and technology is not wisely used in producing films. A good film is defined by its screenplay,cinematography, art direction, editing, sound, acting,music, sound mixing technically and aesthetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone seen Chermin yet? I saw the nomination list for FFM. Apparently Chermin received quite an impressive number of nomination. Hmm.. maybe i shud watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-3736365325981919841?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/3736365325981919841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=3736365325981919841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3736365325981919841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/3736365325981919841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/08/about-good-story.html' title='About A Good Story.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8794890403779684813</id><published>2007-07-31T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T11:50:11.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my god.. today is the 31st of July... July is over in like.. less than a day and i have still not yet updated my friggin blog. Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. u know what.. i'm just gonna write whatever crosses my mind in the next 10 minutes... 1..2..3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up late.. urgh! i hate when that happens!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually i woke up at around 6.30 ish.. flipped my phone to see the time and saw an sms message that came in at around 5ish from someone i heart dearly.. well yeah it better be someone i care.. or else imagine how annoyed i'll be early in the morning. Got out of my bed went to the computer to checkout some stuff and found myself sleeping infront of the computer! and the next thing i know, it was already 8.20am!!!! I hurried and got ready... by that time it was already 8.40... then a knock on the door.... It was my Indonesian maid.. "Hey are you awake?".. "yeap yeap!".. "are you late?".. "Yeap!!".. I guess it must be weird for her to see me around the house locked in my room around that time cos i'm normally the first to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait.. hold on.. reverse a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;Realize how my indonesian maid speaks English? I am so sorry... my bad.. she's actually not my Indonesia maid... She's my Phillipino maid.. i forgot. I mistook her for my other maid. what was i thinking?!... Oh no, she's not gonna like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining really bad last night that i actually went to bed a lot earlier than my usual time. 1.40am -ish that is.. Made my coffee drank just a quarter of it and off to bed... Oh wait, no.. i didn't make coffee.. i did boil some water.. i did pour it in my mug.. i brought it to my room.. erm.. but it never made it to the mix... yeah, no.. i didn't make my self a cup of coffee. But i did make myself a cup of hot water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to work on some logo designs for a new project of mine.. that's why i wanted to make myself a cup of coffee. It was raining outside.. What could be better than a sip of hot hazelnut Ipoh White coffee? The rich taste and aroma... hmmm... But of course sleeping is best when it's raining. So i guess my brains figured that out.. so i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. i had a lot of things to do actually. Kindda regret sleeping early.. but u know what.. at least i used my night wisely.. Oh speaking of which, my Phillipino maid just bought herself a Dell Inspiron.. let me rephrase a PINK Dell Laptop.. its cute.. but it looks red.. i think it's red... but i told her its pink so she won't get so depressed about her poor eyesight.. but also i think she got cheated. U know how sometimes these computer sellers especially at Low Yat Plaze can go overbored in making money. I pity my phillipino maid. Just because she's a maid, it doesn't mean they can &lt;em&gt;senang-senang tipu&lt;/em&gt; her. It's her hard earn money that they're stealing... haih.. People nowdays... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry.. sorry.. my bad again.. why would my phillipino maid need a laptop?! urgh... what was i thinking?!! No.. It's my housemate Aishah that got the 'pink' laptop.. and it was her who knocked on my door this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahaaaaaaa..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now it all make sense....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8794890403779684813?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8794890403779684813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8794890403779684813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8794890403779684813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8794890403779684813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-coffee.html' title='I need coffee.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-6438126708399513487</id><published>2007-07-25T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:40:10.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am no slacker.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Omg! it's been like what... 2 months since i last blogged? hmmmm..... i guess i should really start writing again.. since my hsemates are back in gear in terms of blogging and i am not the slacker in the house.. hahahahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i all these months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://helizahelmi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;CLICK HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-6438126708399513487?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/6438126708399513487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=6438126708399513487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6438126708399513487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/6438126708399513487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-its-been-like-what.html' title='I am no slacker.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-9183271960645758636</id><published>2007-06-01T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:29.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real time engineering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meh tepek gambar sekeping dulu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070739535372440066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Rl7ivdJnUgI/AAAAAAAAACI/zYqPozmI_KQ/s320/route-trip-26-may---4-june-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of all pictures.. why this one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Errr.. cos i friggin wanna go back to school!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We took a walk down to the university this evening (not Univ of Auckland, of course.. try Canterbury) and as we walked through the campus, i suddenly felt like a student. Suddenly the memory of walking through the cold in my 3 layered top (tee, sweater, then coat), stepping on the dried leaves which were practically covering the grounds, hiking up the 4 storey stairs up to Calculus, bla bla bla... all came to mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the 4 years i was up in Michigan, Ramadhan fell during the Fall season (or you commonwealth-ers call it Autumn).. I remembered how i used to sneak out during evening labs to get a sip of water from the cooler and a bar of chocolate from the vending machine for berbuka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking at the passerbys remind me of how life was so different back then. No other commitments but study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man... i really miss being a student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess it's time to get serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone from University of Southern Queensland? I'm looking into the MBA program USQ is offering. Any tip or advice? I'm thinking of Australia. I saw UK and i don't think i am ready financially for THAT!. I am now in New Zealand, i don't think i'd enjoy really staying here. I mean it's nice and all that but the cost of living is just too high for a country like this. Plus i want to take up International Business so i need to study in a country where it is home to giant MNCs oh and i wish to take up Film Art on the side... Well having said that, i guess US would be the best choice but personally, i am not ready to go back there. It's too far. Well, at least not for now. So Aussie probably would do the trick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So now, goal for 2008 - go back to school for a Masters degree or whatever i can go to college for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-9183271960645758636?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/9183271960645758636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=9183271960645758636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9183271960645758636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/9183271960645758636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/05/real-time-engineering.html' title='real time engineering.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Rl7ivdJnUgI/AAAAAAAAACI/zYqPozmI_KQ/s72-c/route-trip-26-may---4-june-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7060888219709273931</id><published>2007-05-25T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T06:31:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done at 5.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akademi Fantasia 5 is finally over... of course with 2 of my favorites in the finals lah kan?! And one was crowned the first female champion ever in AF history!.. while the other took home the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;magic number 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Stadium that night to witness the finals. I flipped when Mila won and was all hyped up the whole night. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNTIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Re-enactment... as usual)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday May 20 2007&lt;br /&gt;9am, mum's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum :&lt;/strong&gt; Cam mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Cam tu lah.. tgk kat stadium ke kat rumah ke, Mila still yg menang and Heliza still no4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Ma vote Heliza jugak smalam. Tompang Mila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Iye? (Trying to keep it cool..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Heliza deserves better. No3 at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*Gulp!* Speechless.. did she say that? Or was i halucinating?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum:&lt;/strong&gt; Ma geram si Aswad tu ngan Ebi tu boleh menang. Betul laa.. Dah lah tak sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(trying to keep my cool, control cantek lah kan?)&lt;/em&gt; Alaa, bende ni votes ma.. not based on last night pon. Had Heliza not gone into the 4 week meditation program, i think she could have easily gotten into the top3 cos even if she sucked big time.. she still managed. She started off well but sayang tak mantain.. 4 weeks is long enough to change people's thoughts on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mum :&lt;/strong&gt; Yelaaa... 4 weeks pon.. means she's had 6 good weeks. That's 60% of the total grade.Aswad tu.. konsert 7-8-9 je lah ok.. Final pon terok! Kalau ikutkan, he's only scored 30%. Ebi pon sama. Harap performance je laa.. nyanyi out. Heliza is far more acceptable kalau Ebi tu dah acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*in shock!* (Betul ke my mum yg cakap ni? Or was i just imagining hoping she said that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made my morning but a lil less, if you know what i mean refering to my mum's statement. Well, let me tell you about my mum with AF5. Long story short... all she cared about was Mila. You get the situation, rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, eventhough Candy never made it to my list, i respect her alot.The three girls deserve my respect. All of them had their own style of delivering each and every task. Though songs from the same genre, ballads for example.. Heliza would carry it in her own way with the softness of her tone. Candy in the other hand has a powerful rough tone it is sometimes, almost unbearable for my ears.. (My ears! My ears! My ears!! It's bleeding!!!). Mila stays between Heliza's softness and Candy's powerful voice. Even Mila's rock AND pop was so different from Heliza's. Both are just as good in their own way. Samething for Candy. I am no expert in understanding vocals and singing techniques.. What? Falsetto? Trimolo? Trigono? Picolo Mondo? What's that? So my entire judgement of this singing competition is purely done by my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my ears can take it, so will my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever it is, that's not the point.The point is...based on that night's performances and my mum's recipes to the percentage scores, I honestly think the results were so screwed up. Had malaysia voted for the finalists according to actual facts and statistics, the results would have been so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue lights received&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mila - 8&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy -7&lt;br /&gt;3. Heliza -6 ---&gt; &lt;em&gt;Could have easily been a 7 with 4 from the first Cicakman performance. Ogy was again, expecting too much from this girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Aswad - 3&lt;br /&gt;5. Ebi - &lt;em&gt;Negligible. Don't remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Performance during the final concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mila&lt;br /&gt;2. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;3. Candy&lt;br /&gt;4. Ebi&lt;br /&gt;5. Aswad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consistency &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Candy&lt;br /&gt;2. Mila&lt;br /&gt;3. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;4. Ebi&lt;br /&gt;5. Aswad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vocals&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(subjective but because its my blog.. suke hati bapak i la kan? my choice, my like...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mila&lt;br /&gt;2. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;3. Candy -- &lt;em&gt;I personally don't fancy too powerful voice. Especially when it sounds rough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ebi&lt;br /&gt;5. Aswad&lt;br /&gt;** if ada shawal, shawal wud be no 2.. Aswad OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(also subjective and because its my blog.. then my like lar!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;2. Shawal &lt;-- Harus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;3. Mila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;4. Ebi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;5. Candy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ebi&lt;br /&gt;2. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;3. Mila&lt;br /&gt;4. Candy&lt;br /&gt;5. Aswad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sense of humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ebi&lt;br /&gt;2. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;3. Mila&lt;br /&gt;4. Candy&lt;br /&gt;5. Aswad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad stories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Aswad &lt;em&gt;---&gt; Anak yatim even tho dah 27 yrs old, botak, sakit-sakit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Candy &lt;em&gt;---&gt; Keluarga amat susah. Parents cannot afford to jaga so she had to stay with aunt who apparently resides in UNITED SUBANNG JAYA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ebi &lt;em&gt;---&gt; Rumah takde letrik, built own home, no money to study.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mila &lt;em&gt;---&gt; Had to work to help family.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Heliza &lt;em&gt;---&gt; nothing really.. she practically lives on Sesame Street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looks&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(listed in the most agreeable order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heliza&lt;br /&gt;2. Ebi&lt;br /&gt;3. Mila&lt;br /&gt;4. Aswad&lt;br /&gt;5. Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had 1 Million US Dollars to vote, (provided i've gotten my red Corvette, a 6 bedroom hi-tech mansion, and a Cancer Research Center, that is.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would make --&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila Champion. &lt;em&gt;--&gt; tak bias okay, mmg layak!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heliza 1st Runner Up &lt;em&gt;--&gt; bias tapi layak. Even more layak as champion had she not gone into the 4 week vocal holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Shawal 2nd Runner Up &lt;em&gt;--&gt; also sangat bias, tapi layak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizat 4th &lt;em&gt;--&gt; Layak juara but his parents are rich enough to sponsor his own album.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy 5th &lt;em&gt;--&gt; the talent show factor okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only i had that much of money..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPI KAN... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;my mum cakap, kalau kita beli softner kat Tesco lagi murah dari kat Giant. Boleh save RM1. Kalau setahun, boleh safe banyak lah jugak. Kalau buat afundi, budak tu dah boleh menang!! That's how much you can actually save from buying the tesco brand softner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i love my mum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S: Ma... takde laa sampai boleh menang budak tu kan??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/24257023-7060888219709273931?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7060888219709273931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7060888219709273931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7060888219709273931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7060888219709273931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/05/done-at-5.html' title='Done at 5.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7246042425944561313</id><published>2007-05-21T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:39:08.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months later...</title><content type='html'>Waaaa sudah lama tidak update ini blog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates from the Syad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Moved cubicle. Level 3, PG12, Intel Penang. By the window, seaview, parking view, hills, can see planes departing.... BUT right at the end of a row of managers. So, wish me luck guys! AND No.. i am not yet one. You'll know it once i drive a Volkswagon Golf GTi or a Mini Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Got engaged... oh wait.. no, not yet. Heh.. i forgot i had band-aid around my wedding finger, i thot it was a ring!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Redz's father was diagnosed Cancer.. :( . Please pray for his health. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Tired. Work, work, side work, front work, back work. Need body work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Leaving for NZ this friday. UHUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? i think that's as exciting and dramatic as it gets..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa work to do.. brb!!&lt;br /&gt;I promise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7246042425944561313?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7246042425944561313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7246042425944561313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7246042425944561313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7246042425944561313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-months-later.html' title='2 months later...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7816154689378382216</id><published>2007-03-31T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:50:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My love story,</title><content type='html'>.... to be continued ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7816154689378382216?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7816154689378382216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7816154689378382216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7816154689378382216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7816154689378382216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-love-story.html' title='My love story,'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-745786096743755482</id><published>2007-03-29T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:45:17.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly duckling</title><content type='html'>I forgot that my univ account expires this month. (Gee.. it's been almost a year since my graduation!) All the images and graphics used on this site is hosted by my university server.  Looks like i hv no choice but to use this template for a while before i can find time to redo this. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-745786096743755482?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/745786096743755482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=745786096743755482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/745786096743755482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/745786096743755482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/03/ugly-duckling.html' title='Ugly duckling'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5985110101020827792</id><published>2007-03-26T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:18:43.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken Pie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can somebody please help me with the css codes.. i am so out of ideas of wat to do with the alignment on this site! It's getting worse everyday..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no time to do a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasseeee... anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5985110101020827792?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5985110101020827792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5985110101020827792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5985110101020827792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5985110101020827792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/03/chicken-pie.html' title='Chicken Pie'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5180182190096023953</id><published>2007-03-05T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops....Britney's done it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What has she done to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Rew0WzwAUYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2WtZzFDYWmY/s1600-h/279152JPrn_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038459649574064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Rew0WzwAUYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2WtZzFDYWmY/s400/279152JPrn_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ditto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5180182190096023953?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5180182190096023953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5180182190096023953' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5180182190096023953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5180182190096023953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/03/ooopsbritneys-done-it-again.html' title='Ooops....Britney&apos;s done it again!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/Rew0WzwAUYI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2WtZzFDYWmY/s72-c/279152JPrn_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7450067683177823150</id><published>2007-03-01T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:24:30.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast with my cat, Khalif.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been meaning to forget about this whole thing but i seem to have a hard time doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm still in a state of confusion about the whole KL red carpet thing. Like...seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok.. let me get this straight... SO... you wake up early in the morning at 3am (i mean of course u need alot of time to give you 'the award show' look rite? Ni nak pegi tengok Oscars niii...!).. and then get your make up done.. put your 5000 dollar designer dress on... get to the waiting room.. get into the next limo.. you'll then take a drive around the corner.. to the red carpet.. do interviews half awake.. in ur fancy dress and heavy makeup and your 1 hour hair do at 8 in the morning... All... to watch Oscars on the huge screen?Wait wait wait... hold on. Am i on the right track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, celebrity sells, Whatever they do, there's always someone to follow. And i too am very influenced by celebrities. I once bought a top from FAME because some celebrity had it and it looked nice.. and i don't shop at FAME... so on the same case - I was gonna dress in glamour on Monday morning to watch the Oscars on the 21 inch TV at home.. i got my dress done.. got the whole ensemble for 2700 bux at MNG-Oversize and shoes from Nine West (I love Nine West btw!).. I wanted to hire a makeup artiste but seems like all of em didn't want to wake up dat early. (*sigh* people these days, they prefer to be in bed than to find money!).. i also couldn't get a hair stylist that is willing. But that's fine.. i think i can manage myself.. I was all psyced for the glam.. BUT UNFORTUNATELY... i watched the last disk of Season 2 of The Office and overslept till 8am... my whole plans had to be dropped. It was just too late for anything.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gotcha!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seriousla i nak wat camtu? I got work okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But man..Imagine how cute i would have been sitting infront of the TV watching Oscars looking all glamourous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think only in Malaysia such event takes place. I googled it up for any event of such around the world, but fail to find any.. so my bet is it's a Malaysian thinglah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not trying to slam astro's effort to create some publicity, but don't you think this whole KL red-carpet thingy is an insult to people like Yasmin Ahmad, Tiara Jacquelina, U-Wei (who is now hangin out with NYFA kids in NY btw), Saw Teong Hin, Afdlin who have worked their @ss off making films so they would be viewed by people who are actually at the Kodak Theatre at that very time? After what Tiara went through before she got us the first Malaysian film to be considered for the Best Foreign Picture at the 77th Annual Academy Awards? And for Yasmin to go through a string of controversy us Malaysians can come up with and get our films recognized internationally? Those people work hard and suddenly a bunch of people who had some time to spare on monday morning decided "hey, lets dress up and play oscar-oscar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I mean c'mon.. If they had not gone to this event, would those AF rejects (who seem to have such an impressive attendance) be watching the Academy Awards at all? If this was Hollywood, they are what Hollywood call "fillers". Fillers are people who come fill in the seats just incase there's an empty spot. So the theatre it looks filled and the red carpet looks busy. I know they are there because it's an astro organized event. If it's really necessary then please, in the years to come... feed them with some knowledge of the films competing and the main award nominations. When asked "Who's your favorite?" Mawi answered "Salma Hayek".. Salma Hayek was not even nominated and never was in the past 100years!! Luckily Alam was sharp enough to respond "Oh Mawi suka sebab lain." Lesson no1 - You will never be asked about ur fav hollywood star on a red carpet. People on the red carpet only talk abt things related to the event. So having said that, when you are asked "Who's ur favorite?" It means who do you think will win? Or who do u want to win? I bet when Helen Mirren won, they had no idea what had just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know not every one is interested in these kind of stuffs, but if you are attending this sort of event especially all dressed up in designer dresses, you know you gotta do something dude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If it is really necessary to have a glamourous event like this, then why don't Astro make an Award for Film. Or maybe introduce an independent film award. Cos i think we have more independent filmakers than mainstream. I dunno... sumthing?! Askar Awards or something. Fashion awards or anything to celebrate Malaysian talents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh well. I just hope there won't be anymore KL-red carpet. Put the money to good use. Through a charity gala or something more meaningful to Malaysia. I'm thinking, Astro has wasted so much money for the Oscars. But i have yet to find out at what capacity are their 'investment' beneficial. First, the red-carpet and then the Linda Onn drama... Seriously, why are you being such a diva? Pakai je laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lagipun, tak kisah lah. Mana ade "So who are you wearing today Reese?" "I'm wearing Nina Ricci, she's French".. or "Nice shoes Natalie, who are those?" "These are Jimmy Choo's. He's Malaysian." Zhang Toi had his dress worn to the red carpet many times dah. Pun tak kisah je. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;February 26, 2007. Malaysia has decided (commanded by Astro, the culprit) that Jovian being half indonesian is more important than making a great impression internationally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We seriously need to sort out our priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7450067683177823150?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7450067683177823150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7450067683177823150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7450067683177823150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7450067683177823150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/03/breakfast-with-my-cat-khalif.html' title='Breakfast with my cat, Khalif.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8709027676837723409</id><published>2007-02-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T13:57:29.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... what ate Gilbert Grape?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been slacking off from writing in here, as you can see... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So i heard the weather in Kazoo is friggin hell these days.. with snow storms and extreme cold weather. Well, to all my homies, Malaysians are made for MALAYSIA.... *ehem* . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On another note from the land of the frosted dougnuts... soon after the second son, Britney shaved her head, got a tattoo, checked into rehab and checked out from rehab.. ALL IN A WEEK!.. Ok so... let me get this straight..was Kevin the nut or was it HER? Whoever the nuthead is, i think the Anna Nicole-Smith case is even nuttier. As you all know, Anna Nicole died two weeks ago on February 9 2007. Here's the thing, her death is somewhat similar to Marilyn Monroe's. She died in a hotel room.. of a mysterious cause (which is what? drugs? I dunno what is so mysterious about that?hmm..) AND... She left behind a 5 month old daughter. What irony? AND the fact that Marilyn is her biggest idol... Now, here's the nutty part - Howard Stern, (a.k.a The Perv) is the baby's (whose name is Dannielynn, btw..) registered father. Hahahaha... REGISTERED... so basically what i'm trying to say here is that the father of this baby is still unidentified and some 5 men are claiming paternity to this kid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Man!... speaking of Anna Nicole Smith.. There's been a report that a filmmaker has been talking about making a film biography of this former playmate. And guess who was the talk in playing Anna Nicole? Take a wild guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one and only, THE Reese Witherspoon!! (I wouldn't have cared about writing this if it wasn't her, now would i?) That is the most hideous rumor i've ever heard in a while. Apparently, her outstanding performance as June Carter Cash was the reason why she is on top of the list. Like seriously, can you imagine Reese playing a stupid bimbo and playmate? That's just wrong...Just because she's blonde and southern, that doesn't make her a perfect candidate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But instead... i do think she should be given custody of Dannielynn.. oh and also, since we want her to adopt unfortunate hollywood kids, let's send both of Britney's kids too... Teach these kids how to become real humans. Those kids need Reese... they really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8709027676837723409?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8709027676837723409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8709027676837723409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8709027676837723409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8709027676837723409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-what-ate-gilbert-grape.html' title='So... what ate Gilbert Grape?'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-8407165749141999088</id><published>2007-01-27T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:22:35.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone can fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah... one of those weeks.. filled with endless workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to write about this.. Man, it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than an hour ago i called Air Asia's call center. I wanted to book a ticket to KL cos for some bloody reason, i have a lot of work to do this week and i just don't feel like sitting on a 4hr bus trip to KL. An old friend is getting married, i really HAVE to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the service is only available from 8am to 9pm and by the time i called in was already 12-ish am.. i was sent straight to the voice recognition automated service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i've gone thru many of such service especially in the US where almost everything is DIY. But this one.. i tell you, everyone can surely fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The re-enactment of the experience....&lt;br /&gt;(Dialogue may not be of the exact but almost accurate in terms of getting the message accross)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automated Service Air Asia (ASAA) : Thank you for calling air asia. For flight schedule and bookings press 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad presses '1'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAA : Please say the city of origin after the beep. For Kuala Lumpur say "Kuala Lumpur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad : Penang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAA : You have entered "Chiang Mai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad: WTH???? MUAHAHAHHA.. Chiang Mai??&lt;br /&gt;*broke into huge laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAA : Is it is correct, say "YES". If not, say "NO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad : No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAA : Please say the city of origin after the beep. For Kuala Lumpur say "Kuala Lumpur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad : Penang.. HHAHHAA (broke into laughter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAA : You have entered "Kota Kinabalu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syad : Pulak daaah? HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*Laughed even louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious laa Air Asia...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenape cam tu??!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-8407165749141999088?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/8407165749141999088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=8407165749141999088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8407165749141999088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/8407165749141999088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/01/everyone-can-fly.html' title='Everyone can fly.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5217697274921206263</id><published>2007-01-07T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:42:24.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get retarded in here..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so friggin retarded today. I slept like 70% of my day just cos sumthing has happened and i am really trying to change my focus by watching movies and i ended up sleeping. Plus it's raining outside the whole day so it was just a good day to stay in and hibernate. I don't normally sleep more than 8hrs so now that i've slept like 2000 hours today.. Here i am as awake as an owl. And of course... just like the rest of the day i'm bored and most of all... lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. to entertain myself, i've answered a number of questionnaires on friendster. Y'know the ones they publish on the buletin.. and everyone just answers to that. And long enough you'll realize that its always the same people that's been posting their answers to the questionnaires? I can't believe i am one of those people tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never done this.. so am i that depressed ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5217697274921206263?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5217697274921206263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5217697274921206263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5217697274921206263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5217697274921206263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-get-retarded-in-here.html' title='Let&apos;s get retarded in here..!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-1839687530158278652</id><published>2007-01-06T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T05:36:00.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My bedroom is purple!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Okay... First of all... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! 2007 is finally here... i dunno wat's the significance but i'm sure it will be a great year ahead even though, apparently astrologists have confidently said like as if they were god that "2007 will be chaotic". Well, Saddam was executed on December 30,2006 ...  so of course laa 1,2,3 hb January still havoc... now don't you blame 2007 for being chaotic okay! All dat is 2006's fault, can't you see??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So my new year resolutions are ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. Be a much cooler person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. Loose some fat. Like maybe 1,208 pints of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; *not to be announced to the public*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4.  Pray 5 times a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;*not to be announced to the public* --&gt; eh menyampah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ok now updates. The reason why i am updating this is because a lot of ppl have been asking some common questions and so i wish to clear things out with a lil bit of FAQ here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So i bring you, Syad's FAQ :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #1 : You keep mentioning you stay and work in Penang. What is this 'company in Penang' do you work for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yeah, i realize that i have never really mentioned which company i'm working for or rather who's my employer. The reason being was that because i wasn't confirmed yet back then. But since i've just gotten the promotion to convert from a Graduate Trainee to a real engineer and my future with the company is crystal clear, i am proud to say that I am working for Intel Corporation. Which i think it's named Intel Technologies in Malaysia. I am based in Penang with the Penang Design Center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #2 : What do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is a tough question... ask any intelier. Errr... ok with no technical jargons, I am a System Level Emulation Engineer. Something less technical? Erm.. I do chipsets... I put the newly designed chip modules together before they get produced... something like that... I can't really spill the details of my work as it is to be kept private and confidential. I mean c'mon... Adolf Hitler would die to know wat i do so i could help his scheme. SEE... he DIED to know.  So if i tell you... then i guess i'll have to kill you too. xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #3 : Any boyfriends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Nope. Still looking and searching and loosing. But i have only 1 person in mind.  If things are slow.. then i guess i'll do something. Hey, we women have biological cycle okay! (*Quote - credits to Aishah's mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #4 : When are you coming back to KL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I use to go back like almost everyweek. But now things have changed and i got a real... JOB... so, i only go back 2-3 weeks once. Expect lesser as time goes. Unless FAQ3 is resolved. Then things might work out differently. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #5 : Let's karaoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ok. When? No Marsha or Pedah or Moe or Ghaffir or Aishah or Adrianna plisss.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #6 : (for some reasons, this question is always asked in Malay) Bila nak Futsal lagi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anytime!!!! Any gals in Penang that needs to kick some ball?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #7 : How was your New Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My new year was alrite. This is the first time i spent time with my cousins and in JB. They brought me to this place called Singgah Selalu near Danga Bay in JB. Its a place similar to Hartamas Square in KL, i think. Still waiting for pics from Sarah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #8 : What are you plans for Film school now that you're working with world's no 5 brand and one of the best companies in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oooo... that will have to wait. Intel's an awesome place to work. And i just got converted. So i'm gonna do this for awhile. Referring to FAQ#2, i've got a lot to learn so gimme a year or two and ask me again. And if FAQ#3 is resolved, again... things might change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #9 : So, when you coming back to KL for good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know yet really. I said i will be back after 1 year... which will be in June 2007. But thing's have changed for the better here. And life's although boring, it's filled in another way.  So i really don't know. Unless Petronas or Astro is willing to pay double.. hahhaa.... Oh! and Unless FAQ#3 resolves and directs to a future-future with a much better consequence. Then things may change.. HAR HAR HAR HAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #10 : I heard you went to Vietnam? How was it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who told you that? Fiyad??!! I'll write about it sometime soon. I can't promise. Sometimes i plan to write during my free time but my sayangs always need my time to talk with especially now that one is out of job. (Please contact me if you have something for a smart, brainy, outgoing, opiniated, good looking person...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;FAQ #11 : (this is a question i beg to not be asked again and again and again) How's Marsha? Betul ke hubungan dia dengan Kefli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Marsha's fine. I don't want to give any comments regarding that matter. But Kefli is an idiot regardless of anything even President George W. Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alright... that's all i have for now. Send your questions in to syadrosli@gmail.com. Feel free to ask anything. EXCEPT the ones i've answered above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;okay. had a long night already here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;take care guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-1839687530158278652?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/1839687530158278652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=1839687530158278652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1839687530158278652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/1839687530158278652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-bedroom-is-purple.html' title='My bedroom is purple!'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-5396352853966161622</id><published>2006-12-16T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T05:34:13.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs are green.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The feet's tired. The eyes are heavy. I don't know really what to do now that requires minimal brain activities. Watching a DVD would be nice i guess... Erm... while i decide on what to watch, let me write about stuff i learn this week. Things i wish to share with my daughter, my daughter's daughter, my daughter's daughter's daughter..... Let them ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 . Sometimes its best when you are away. Distance is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Come a point of time in life you realize that everything for you was well planned after all. Even though you live a life of spontaneous decisions, just grabbing any opportunity, satisfying needs of others and working around obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Despite the common goal, people hardly talk to each other in elevators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You are only different if you think you're different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The hardest thing to do is to be close to the person you love but you know you can't have him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cats have really good instinct. They run their own CNN through the air. If you are the type who love cats... They know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Think outside the box. And you'll be in another box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. i know what movie to watch. Maybe i should hit the pasar malam nearby and play some Desperate Housewives DVD. That works..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-5396352853966161622?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/5396352853966161622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=5396352853966161622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5396352853966161622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/5396352853966161622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/12/frogs-are-green.html' title='Frogs are green.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7107068896526811147</id><published>2006-12-04T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:44:29.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McDonalds value meal #2 with 6pc Chicken McNuggets on the side please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was in KL for the weekend. Rina's heading back to NZ... I had some important matter to settle... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Managed to catch the film Cinta with my family... I don't want to elaborate on anything now cos i am goin to watch it again (as usual).. All i can say its  good film, should consider spending ur 10 bux for that film. A very light, yet meaningful drama. Something every living thing can relate to. So... go watch it.. I will write my review after i watch it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But just to get this out of my chest.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think Sharifah Amani is Malaysia's harapan bangsa for quality acting HOWEVER,  a variety of roles shud be given to her. Let's give her&lt;/span&gt; something that doesn't involve her getting pregnant by an irresponsible man or since we're there, lets just stop making her the victim of men's ego. i mean, does she really sound stupid when she speaks malay that she ends up playing the prey of useless men in malay films? I saw her today on TV for some show she's hosting alongside her sister. Despite being the younger one, she seems far more matured. She's always giving intelligent statements and reaction.  Maybe its the tone of the voice? Well, she really doesn't sound stupid in any language after all. AND yes, she' made it to my PAC (Preferred Actress Club.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My list of preferred actresses  (not in order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Reese Witherspoon - do i need to say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Meryl Streep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Charlize Theron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Ida Nerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Umi Aida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Natalie Portman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Sharifah Amani (new entry... Sepet was considered lesen P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My list of least preferred actresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Paris Hilton - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As actress, as singer, as model, as whatever she has money to get involved in. Love her as a bimbo tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Eja Kaku -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i really dunno her name.. I know its Eja.. Kaku...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Chad Micheal Murray...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oh no wait.. wrong list... Oh well, just include him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Shanon Doherty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Micha Barton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Lisdawati &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( i root for rita rudaini for no reasons.. just to be annoying..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Fasha Sandha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Under strict supervision. Predicted to be dropped off this list soon if she behaves.. haip!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh ya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome to the world &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mohd Naqib&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Congratulations to my cuzin Hilmi (and Ann) for their first child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/RXQdAy8md8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBLsxChSx74/s1600-h/312960960_8d568690d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/RXQdAy8md8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBLsxChSx74/s320/312960960_8d568690d2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004656985428621250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awww....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-7107068896526811147?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7107068896526811147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7107068896526811147' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7107068896526811147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7107068896526811147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/12/mcdonalds-value-meal-2-with-6pc-chicken.html' title='McDonalds value meal #2 with 6pc Chicken McNuggets on the side please...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/RXQdAy8md8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TBLsxChSx74/s72-c/312960960_8d568690d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-7379107754222415237</id><published>2006-11-27T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T01:39:47.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As you can see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am currently in the midst of revamping this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Expect new changes in the days to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone here a master in CSS? I am having issues with the footer bar. As you can see, it's shifted far right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gonna sleep now. Too tired to think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/511/2961/1600/72528/Photo%2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/511/2961/200/784889/Photo%2018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/24257023-7379107754222415237?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/7379107754222415237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=7379107754222415237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7379107754222415237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/7379107754222415237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-you-can-seee_26.html' title='As you can see...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-116438694746593435</id><published>2006-11-24T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:03:33.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To make it quick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is what.. November 24th? ... so it's been like 3 days since i last blogged. Well actually more cos for the past few entries, i was just trapped in my soap box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermm.. well actually too many things and new things have taken place over the past 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. I am at the point of missing the US sooo much. - Hanim says its a phase everyone gets. So i'm just gonna take it as she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. My cousin Azrin got engaged... Yeay!! - Then it would be Rina n then Me.. AHAHAAH... darn... dats the queue like for the girls in the Esa Talib family. No!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. After her sister's engagement day, Rina came over to Penang... The first to actually care about seeing me in penang other than my nucleus family. Luv ya, cuz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. K-Fed threatened Britney to release their sex-tape if she doesn't agree to the post-divorce financial settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4a. There was no sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4b. K-Fed is America's true loser on the loose. Now that K-fed's out... WHO WILL BE THE NEXT AMERICA'S TOP LOOSER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Begin to love my job more now than before. I've been given responsibilities... me love responsibilities... huhuhuhu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Went dragon boating for team building... Was a life experience. Now i can brag about dragon boat!! HAHAHA... Melayu ni kan suka berlagak!.. AHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. My sister's birthday. Need to buy her sumthing... I owe her big time! =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Been looking into film schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Where is #8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. Point #8 was supposed to be - I might have changed from the girl in tracks to the girl in skirt... the girl who was always on the top of the organization chart to the girl who lays at the back doodling.... BUT One thing never change - I adore strong, rich and influential woman. And my ever anticipated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/mostpowerfulwomen/2006/index.html?postversion=200610020900"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORTUNE's 50 MOST POWERFUL WOMEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;list is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    1. Indra Nooyi, PepsiCo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    2. Anne Mulcahy, Xerox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    3. Meg Whitman, eBay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    4. Pat Woertz, ADM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    5. Irene Rosenfeld, Kraft Foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    8. Oprah Winfrey, Harpo Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. T&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he article -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theage.com.au/news/business/while-malaysia-fiddles-its-opportunities-are-running-dry/2006/11/14/1163266550487.html?page=fullpage#contentSwap1"&gt;While Malaysia Fiddles, Its Opportunities Are Running Dry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has lifted many eyebrows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Redeployment is real. Yes, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Happy thanksgiving!! ... Suddenly i miss the early morning shopping for Black Friday Sale.. The turkey carving... My team members at work are stationed in California at the moment.. and they are goin to VEGAS for the break! cool eh? Gamble, Intel bayor. HAHAHAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ASB freezing soon. Hoping for a good return... ngeh ngeh ngeh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter Jelly Sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24257023-116438694746593435?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/116438694746593435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=116438694746593435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116438694746593435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116438694746593435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-what.html' title='To make it quick.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-116404520482666190</id><published>2006-11-21T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:13:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last few words.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Here's the thing... I  just have to get this out of my chest... These thoughts have been weaving between my brain folds for the past few hours. I need to sleep but i can't with em stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Desperate Housewives should be written as a blog of a dead person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Death Note should stay an anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... now hopefully i can sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-116404520482666190?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/116404520482666190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=116404520482666190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116404520482666190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116404520482666190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-last-few-words.html' title='My last few words.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-116402930406284001</id><published>2006-11-21T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T02:11:32.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a perfect person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still cramping my head trying to figure out a really good web structure for my dad's company. Nothing comes to mind still. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Human Technology Restrict Ecology Natural Biology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shouldn't have come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was looking at Masters programs. UK, US, Australia.. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should have thought of the opportunities back in the US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss my fellow companions who r still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering what is pissing Su-Ren off now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering what film is my sayang, encik MoeIzwanKamal is workin on now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Miss u a whole lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-116402930406284001?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/116402930406284001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=116402930406284001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116402930406284001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116402930406284001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-perfect-person.html' title='I&apos;m not a perfect person.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-116392442876541362</id><published>2006-11-19T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:20:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7165/1388/1600/DSCF0693.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7165/1388/400/DSCF0693.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally settled down in Penang with both computers (PC/Mac) running... and 120GB external hard drive on the run. (Not in pic. Hidden behind the brown cat, which is actually a wrist rest pad that Titty gave me for my birthday..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7165/1388/1600/DSCF0692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7165/1388/320/DSCF0692.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-116392442876541362?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/116392442876541362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=116392442876541362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116392442876541362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116392442876541362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/nerd-job.html' title='Nerd job.'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24257023.post-116369703946062184</id><published>2006-11-17T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:12:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once you are born, u start dying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 things i wish i hadn't done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.   Study in the US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9.     Taken my own sweet time to graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8.     Talk too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7.     Expressed / reveal myself too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.     Given people chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5.     Followed the rules and played by the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.     Gone over the limit dat pisses some loved ones off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3.     Played too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2.     Cared so much about anything.... i should just go "whatever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1.     Came back for good(Okay.. this totally contradicts fact no10 but i got my reasons. Call me....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;SYAD TRIVIA &lt;/span&gt;:- I love my popovers with what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;IF YOU KNOW THE ANSWER, YOU'd PROBABLY UNDERSTAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24257023-116369703946062184?l=syadrosli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/feeds/116369703946062184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24257023&amp;postID=116369703946062184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116369703946062184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24257023/posts/default/116369703946062184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syadrosli.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-you-are-born-u-start-dying.html' title='Once you are born, u start dying...'/><author><name>Syad Rosli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16883871221830113084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C7OD-9ipKlU/S0j_GsJeCEI/AAAAAAAAA88/ArqR_5d11hQ/S220/97069-92224-padme-amidala_large.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
