<?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-21253627</id><updated>2011-10-06T21:21:36.601+08:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='job'/><category term='Vote for earth'/><category term='football'/><category term='Why did I write blog?'/><category term='manchester united'/><category term='master'/><title type='text'>hariszainon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-3814459813352254381</id><published>2010-07-11T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:55:50.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Another great ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;World Cup will have the last match to night (or maybe I should put it early tomorrow morning). Well yes once again England team broke my heart at this World Cup just like they did it last four years (and four years before that). But hey, I still enjoying the heat of the event where for a month people keep talking about football and do everything around football. It’s such an amazing when with just one event people around the world just gather and put all the conflict of the world behind them and love each other (or hate each other) and prove sports can unite us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can’t hardly noticed, when for most of people love to have the football fever for every four years; some of them have fever in total opposite direction. They just can cope with the heat and still wondering why people love to watch those stupid games. Why people can’t stop talking about it and what football games have anything to do with warehouse sale or cheese cake promotion. I felt sorry for them; this one whole month must be really a torture time and depressing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For me, besides all the drama, the suspense and tense World Cup have offered, I like to take this once in four years event as my life marker. Some people like to have vision to what they will have or become in next 5 years. Me, I like to have four years vision. For every four years, during World Cup I like to remember when I was during the previous World Cup event. From there, really hard try to evaluate what I achieved from the past four years. Many things can happen or did I still the same person I am before? Was my life not changing much in all these years? By keep doing that every four years, somehow I’ll end up feel grateful for what I have, for love I have and be proud of myself for things I accomplished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 2010 World Cup will end to night. Looking forward to the next World Cup after another four years. Can’t help it but feel excited to see what kind of person I’ll become or how my life will turn to be. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: It's football not soccer... :|&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/21253627-3814459813352254381?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/3814459813352254381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=3814459813352254381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/3814459813352254381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/3814459813352254381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-great-ending.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-3345539169129874358</id><published>2010-03-12T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:41:48.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manchester united'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What a silly thing to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11 March 2010. Manchester United won the game versus A.C Milan and get through to the next round of Champions League. The game started around 3.45a.m (local time) and yes, I was there in front of the T.V set watched my hero Rooney scored twice in that game. And yes, the T.V set is at Mamak stall since T.V set at my place doesn’t have astro sport channel subscription. Yes again, I have to wake up around 4.00 am wash my face, grab my wallet and walk about 5 minutes from my home to that stall. Yes continue, it was cold, annoying bugs, and lousy Nescafe tarik I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NO... it’s not a silly thing to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For time to time, people around me keep asking what do I get from watching football game every week, even sometimes in early morning. What do I get from supporting my favourite team: Manchester United F.C? If it national team that I support, that will be understandable. If it local club, that might be a good reason to watch every game they have. To support a foreign football club and watch their game in early morning, somehow that been label as a silly thing to do. For people who still think so, this could be a good answer for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you like to ride rollercoaster? That’s the same amount of adrenaline pumping into your body when Rooney is about taking the penalty shootout. Do you like to go for fishing? The feeling of finally hook the fish is the same as your team score the winning ball at the final minute of the game. Crying when your favourite AF student have been voted out? That’s how devastating you feel when your team lose the important game. Horror movie really wake you up? That’s how it is when your team are chasing the goal. How it feel when your favourite rock band makes a tour near you? It feels same as the team come to play at your near stadium. OR maybe you are live theatre fans? It about the same with watching the live football match; the plot, the suspense, the conflict or even the hero and the villain. Plus it doesn’t have a script and you can’t predict how the ending will and sometimes it is a sad ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some fans give everything to enjoy the feeling of watching football game. They paint their face, walk a miles to the stadium, queue a long lines to pay at Mamak counter or simply wear the same team jersey every week. If you still think that another level of stupidity, try to put it this way, each time you see fans crying because their team lose, imagine how joyful they will feel when the team is win. It simply as the more you give in the more you will get from it. The harder you cry when your team lose, the more you laugh when the team win – well sometimes some of them are still crying when the team win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fine, there are lots of other thing that can trigger the adrenaline rush or the happy tears or the suspense or whatever good feeling you can think of. But when the last time you experience those things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, ...every weekend :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-3345539169129874358?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/3345539169129874358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=3345539169129874358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/3345539169129874358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/3345539169129874358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-silly-thing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-2906363562644902354</id><published>2010-02-01T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:12:18.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Never thought it could be like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I’m pursuing my master now.  Nothing great about it, nothing cool just the expectation getting higher. High expectation from my family, my lecturer, from my friends, from my not so friends,...  basically everybody. Somehow all people around me sound like post-graduate student such a big deal but to me, it just same old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;story. I just can see those days when I’m still under-graduate student. Same chaos, same partner in crime, same hot chicks, same politicians, same annoying things... only t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey took a different face right now but nothing else ever change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first, I thought this will be my ultimate challenge that will drive my life to different directions and I will struggle, expect the higher pressure, more challenging assignment, more demanding  time spending and less fund to waste. Well, so far I’ve got all from those stuffs, except I never thought I will on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ce again found the best people who the world call friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I will be this happy... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/S2Z95qXItXI/AAAAAAAAABw/yn95YZrpKbw/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/S2Z95qXItXI/AAAAAAAAABw/yn95YZrpKbw/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433168430046426482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/S2Z958gBWTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ObXMYp9htfA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/S2Z958gBWTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ObXMYp9htfA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433168434915531058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-2906363562644902354?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/2906363562644902354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=2906363562644902354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/2906363562644902354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/2906363562644902354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-thought-it-could-be-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/S2Z95qXItXI/AAAAAAAAABw/yn95YZrpKbw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-5237814648940054587</id><published>2010-01-30T00:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:40:27.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When they think they can do better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was the head of unit, some of my staff like to talk behind me. I'm not good with my job... always come late... bla bla bla... breakfast at mamak on office hour bla bla bla... makan gaji buta... bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just think they can do the job better. When I decided to quit the job and leave it to someone who always think he can do better, almost everybody at the department think that things will start to be improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who know that things just repeated itself again. Actually,  much worse. Some of the staff even claim now days they have to eat 'ubi kayu' like the age of penjajahan Jepon. 'AND somehow i feel it funny that they start to complain  about the 'NEW' Head of Unit to me. Yeah behind the new HoU back... just like they use to talk about me behind my back... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-5237814648940054587?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/5237814648940054587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=5237814648940054587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/5237814648940054587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/5237814648940054587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-amazing-how-things-can-be-twisted.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-247341134560961020</id><published>2009-06-02T10:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:17:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “I have a feeling that the boys seem try to find new job”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “What make you think so, sir?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “I dun know, I just can feel it”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Let’s say, they really looking for new job, in your opinion, why they want to do something like that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Not sure but maybe they are looking for more..” (rub his finger make a money signal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Is that what you really think sir?” (at this rate, I can feel my face turn into raging red or maybe green… if only I have chance to look at the mirror).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Maybe, I don’t know.” (Pause for 3 seconds). “Tell me, do you have plan to leave?”. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Yes sir”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “What? But why? When?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Actually, I plan to submit my resignation letter by today”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “What? Why you want to leave?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Sir, somebody from top management once asks me this question on my early day… How long you want to work here? And please be honest because this is wakaf project and we don’t want to waste resource for people who want to stay short. My answer is… I will work here as long this (company name) need me.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr HOD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Yes of course we still need you here. You doing good as Head of Unit. We need you here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck you!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I really want to said that out loud… but I manage to keep it only on my head).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry sir, I don’t feel it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation continues for another 10min but I already decided to leave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m having enough with these Arabic people. What a lifetime experience. From now on working with Arabic company with Arabic people in it as management will be the last thing I will do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People work for different things, some work for money. I won’t be working there if money is my first priority. All I need is recognition on my contribution; sadly many company’s management thinks people only driven by money and greedy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is the end of fulltime multimedia designer job.. hello to new era of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;CIMB Professional Unit Trust Consultant ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-247341134560961020?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/247341134560961020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=247341134560961020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/247341134560961020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/247341134560961020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-end-mr-hod-i-have-feeling-that.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-6313303673018096693</id><published>2009-05-25T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T13:49:32.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of Attraction 2: See it in Islam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Before you continue to read, please remember that this is only an individual opinion and doesn’t represent thought of the group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Law of Attraction said whatever your project in your mind will come to you. Good things or even bad things. It’s your choice. Try to imagine this scenario... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You driving in the middle of highway with no gas station near and your gas meter don’t look good. You keep think that your car will run out of gas and you definitely will stuck there. Then your mind start wandering what will happen next. What if this car stops in this middle of heavy traffic? Need to pull over on the side and somebody drive behind you will definitely not happy. Why should they? You already cause heavy traffic jam. The best you can think is to call someone for gas rescue. What if nobody around to answer your phone call? That mean you have to call tow service to help you out which will cost you lots of money. Damn, you only have 10 ringgit in your wallet and your credit card is already full. Need to find ATM fast. While your mind keeps drifting, without surprisingly you car is really stop moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, at the first glance it was a normal situation and I bet most of us have the similar experience before. It’s just a human nature to expect the worst thing to happen and create chain of event in our mind. What law of attraction claimed is that when you expect, really sure and confirm in your mind that bad thing will happen to you, it will come to hunt you. The right thing to do in that kind of situation is always having positive mind and put in your mind that things will end well. In short (refer to the scenario above), you shouldn’t think about find the ATM while your car isn’t really stop moving. Instead, keep the positive mind that your car will survive until the next gas station and nothing worst will happen to you. By this way, good things will happen even things that you least expected. The key is to have positive mind all the times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my discussion about how Islam already teach this theory in our daily life. Any of you familiar with the concept of ‘Tawakal’? If you are Muslim, sure you do. ‘Tawakal’ means have a good faith. Believe that Allah S.W.T will help us in the way that sometimes that our tiny mind couldn’t think off. Islam believe that Allah S.W.T who is most merciful will always give help to whom who have faith in Him and never doubt of his ability. There you go, we as a Muslim always been repeat to keep positive mind in everything we do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a Muslim we have been obliged to always pray to Allah S.W.T for everything that we need. It was a simple practice. If you need something, pray (Doa) for it, keep working on it and never give up. It was so simple that many of us keen to forget the very important thing in Doa. When you ask for something, make sure you mean it. Make sure you understand it well. When you ask to Allah S.W.T that you want to be rich, make sure you truly believe that you can be rich. That’s why Islam teach us: when you ask for forgiveness from Allah S.W.T, you have to truly mean it and determine not to do it again and Allah will forgive you as long it’s not something you owe the forgiveness from other human. Be also know that Doa doesn’t have to be in Arabic (unless that have been perform in solat) and if you were in jamaah find out what the Imam is ask in his Doa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The more I read about Law of Attraction the more I noticed that Islam already teach us many of those things. It’s an advantage, really but too bad we seldom put it into practice. I urged you to at least read Law of attraction and try to understand the logic behind the explanation. Take everything that can be align with our believes in religion and discard things that not. Don’t be surprise to know that one of the methods in Law of Attraction practice: to train the positive mind is to always feel grateful for what you have in your life. Be grateful in our life? That sound so familiar, isn’t it? Should I explain more? No I don’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-6313303673018096693?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/6313303673018096693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=6313303673018096693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/6313303673018096693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/6313303673018096693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/05/before-you-continue-to-read-please.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-953066149876936843</id><published>2009-04-14T16:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:00:36.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law of attraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard about it so many long times ago, and somehow people keep repeating to me about this theory over and over again. So this what I will do.. I will repeat this thing to you and someone else will do it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the law of attraction?&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor and google yourself the detail. I will just try to explain the idea behind this theory (the way I understand it). Law of attraction said “… Every time you think of something, your mind will send signal to the universe, as the result the thing will attract and coming to you...” ‘Thing’ could be your objective, or dream car, dream house or even simply the parking space you needed at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s put a scenario for the example. You like to have good sports car that will cost you lots of your lunch money (or cigarette money). What you have to do is to keep projecting the image of you driving that car until your subconscious mind (claimed as the most powerful part of the brain) truly believe that’s the actually what happen and not just your imaginary. Those projecting image must be in detail like what the car look like, the model series, the color, the sound each time you push the gas pedal and even the smell of leather seats… basically everything that can really convince your subconscious mind that you already have that car. By successfully do these, the universe will find a way to send the car coming to you. Either by you successfully save money to buy it or even simply as a present from someone. One way or other, you will get the car. It’s like your mind is the magic lamp and universe is the genie who will grant your wish. Be careful thou, because any negative thought will work on the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the people who study this theory, law of attraction is happening around you either you like it or not. There is no way to dodge it, but still you can learn on how to control and manipulate this nature law. Sound tricky, isn’t it? Of course, there are ways to learn this type of mind skill but I’m not interested to write it here. Not just because it needs heavy detail on explanation (which is pain in the a** to write it all), but you can get better presentation by book or video on this theory from lot of sources out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to dig more about this, because it’s really interesting once you have known how the idea works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait… How can I forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always to 3 types of people resist to hear more each time I talk about this theory before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st group, will think this theory is all bulls*** and the theory is simply created by loser who want to restore hope in their pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;2nd group who think the theory must have some sort of trick or into one point just too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;3rd group who just can’t take the idea simply because it was against their believes in religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 1st group: you will be surprise to know people who actually practice this theory. Some of them are really well known for their success.&lt;br /&gt;For the 2nd group: you from all of the people should learn more about this theory and find the flaw and prove it.&lt;br /&gt;For the 3rd group: you are the same group as me who think this theory is not aligning with our believes in religion. As a Muslim I have a doubt on this theory at the beginning but after gave a closer look, I can’t helped it but to notice that some of the basic theory is already been taught in Islam. Just the matter on either we notice it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are part of those groups, give yourself a chance because maybe it worth to give a second look of this theory and learn more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;**next: my personal opinion on how Islam already taught law of attraction but most of us failed to adapt to its full potential.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/21253627-953066149876936843?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/953066149876936843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=953066149876936843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/953066149876936843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/953066149876936843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/04/law-of-attraction-i-heard-about-it-so.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-7634612983518871374</id><published>2009-02-26T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T15:48:27.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vote for earth'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vote for earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.earthhour.org/about/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307379434635038674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SaeZeeGij9I/AAAAAAAAABo/bvKvi8LwyPM/s320/earth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click on the picture for more detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year, Earth Hour has been transformed into the world’s first global election, between Earth and global warming. For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background have the opportunity to use their light switch as their vote – Switching off your lights is a vote for Earth, or leaving them on is a vote for global warming.&lt;br /&gt;We all have a vote, and every single vote counts. Together we can take control of the future of our planet, for future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE EARTH by simply switching off your lights for one hour, and join the world for Earth Hour&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saturday, March 28, 8:30-9:30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://www.earthhour.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-7634612983518871374?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/7634612983518871374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=7634612983518871374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/7634612983518871374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/7634612983518871374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-year-earth-hour-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SaeZeeGij9I/AAAAAAAAABo/bvKvi8LwyPM/s72-c/earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-5261831188849742698</id><published>2009-02-02T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:01:43.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ya Allah... Satukan lah hati-hati kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Najeeb and Sol for sucessfully found your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the invitation to your great wedding ceremony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-5261831188849742698?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/5261831188849742698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=5261831188849742698' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/5261831188849742698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/5261831188849742698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/02/ya-allah.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-5358720848378779343</id><published>2009-01-28T11:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:51:28.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things women know about men but didn’t. Episode 3&lt;/strong&gt;&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;After wandering in your man’s mind for a while now, it’s time to react. Keep remembering that men are naturally a problem solver. At least they want to believe it that way and want to keep it that way. The biggest mistake that women always did is by think that she can outsmart the men and gives him a better solution from what he already had. Unfortunately, his big ego will not compromise with your smart ass attitude. Most of the time, men already find the answer immediately after facing the problem but still not sure the best solution or not confidence to take action if there are risks involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If he still keep discreet all the times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whenever you can detect something disturbing in his mind for several days, it will be wise to show how much you care by regularly ask him if he has a problem. Still, do not be pushy if he not ready. Give him some time, maybe day or 2 and convince him that you always ready to be a good listener. Use the phrase like “You can tell me whenever you feel like it, I will always be ready to listen”, or “It’s okay if you don’t feel like talking right now, just take your time. I’ll be here whenever you need me” or better “I guess you already have the solution but maybe we can discuss the options”. Yes, you can put extra flavor with the word darling, sayang or honey bee or cutie or my macho man, whatever softens his heart. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What most important is you have to say it to show you care. OR maybe give him a note or sms, anything that can show that you aware of his current condition. Do not let him drift away by the problem and give him time without first show your concern. Do not expect an instant result. Be patient as your man may need longer times before he can really open up his problem to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; threatening is not part of the process. Phrase like “If you don’t want to tell me don’t bother to call me” will kill him instantly. AND crying is blackmail. YES, crying is blackmail. Did I said it twice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When he ready to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you play the card right, he will start to put trust on you and open his mouth. When the time comes, always listen to what he tries to say. Only ask question if he miss part of the story. Don’t ever conclude the story before he finish. Less talking and more listening will be smart move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he finish, convince him that you understand the situation and find out if he already has the options to solve the problem. Most of the time, he already has the options, so discuss about the pro and contra of the options. If you can sense that he already pick the right option, convince him that it’s the best choice by strengthen the pro. BUT, if somehow he pick the wrong or the high risk option, the best you can do is to make him aware the risk involve and the consequences. Don’t ever say the option is wrong and give him a dead end. Just after all the options has been discuss, by then you can discuss your suggestion or any other option available that still not on his list. By that, you better have good reason behind your suggestion. Don’t ever say something like… “I’m not sure why but I suggest...” or “I have strong feeling that you should...”. Feeling is not convincing enough and can’t be count as good fact. Be aware that you might have just one chance for the conversation to happen. If he feel somehow frustrated and regret that he bring up his problem to you, the ‘door’ might shut down closely after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be supportive for all the times. That’s what men looking from their ladies. It’s the matter of do or never, if you feel like his problem will somehow give bad effect on you or you can’t support his decision, then you better find other men to have relationship with. If you still claiming that you are devoted to love and will fight for your relationship. So be supportive and show that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summary:&lt;br /&gt;1. Show your concern about his situation but do not be pushy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not try outsmarting your man, or at least listen to his story entirely before you give any suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don’t ever talk how smart is your ex-boyfriend was. Duh.. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now ladies, some of you will think the facts that I brought is rubbish or simply think you already knew all of them. Why bother to write it all over again, heh? But hey, do you aware that you keep doing the same mistake and then wondering what went wrong and why your man simply not good at sharing when it comes to discuss his problem. ;)&lt;/span&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/21253627-5358720848378779343?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/5358720848378779343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=5358720848378779343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/5358720848378779343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/5358720848378779343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-wandering-in-your-mans-mind-for.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-2880273218227173733</id><published>2009-01-13T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:39:42.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things women know about men but didn’t. Episode 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard women are better listener compare to men? If that so, why men are so uncomfortable talk about their problem to women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, women are good listener and better… they are naturally good communicator in one on one conversation. However, with the great ability of listening the package came with good interrogrator too. They just can’t stop asking until men give a better detail for each answer. That’s why Oprah Winfrey has become successful with her tv’s show. Women can ask one question from different angle within a few second. For all men out there… you better give them the detail or you just add another problem: moody lady for the entire day. NO… don’t even think you can create false answer, because women are good in body language reading. They can tell you lie with just simple blink in your eyes. You don’t think so? How do you think mother can know if her babies hungry, poopy or having stomach ache just by look at them? Trust me… you don’t want to underestimate this mom ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why men hardly involve in ‘open discussion’ with women is because of the PMS’s day reputation. Things that most of the men can’t understand the fuss but still have to be sensitive with it or at least pretend to be sensitive with it. I can bet most of us don’t even know what PMS stand for. Yah PMS stand for Pass Me the Shotgun!! The unpredictable mind and emotional of women during that particular day give men some sort of trauma to even say a word. It’s only take one miss word and they have to buy flowers or sorry card the next day (or next week if you are not lucky). The bad effect from this trauma left the men to presume that women will take decision or give advice base of their emotional rather than logic and rational thinking, which I can’t totally agree with that opinion. I knew many women that have better logical thinking than most men are. BUT… we talking about perception and many men still believe in that perception about women thinking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third top reason why men don’t open talk with women is because if they start to do it, they are bound to talk and share more in future. As most of the men prefer to show rather than to say, they will find that the sharing words with women is really drain out session. Yes we love you, but it doesn’t mean we have to say it twice a day and please don’t ask us to describe what we love about you or how much we miss you. AND no… we not think about you when watching football game. Walking nonstop and carry your belongings for hours during your shopping day should say how much we love you. Please consider no human being is willing to do that without strong reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the top reason. If somehow you didn’t agree with all the reasons above and still think men just big ego creature alive... that’s okay too. Go on… ask your men what are his reasons. Few maybe have the unique reason for themselves and good luck to make him talk about it. BUT maybe… just maybe … you can take a few seconds and think if those reasons that I dragged here might be happen in your relationship and start to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next… Tips for handling your man in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PMS --&gt; Premenstrual Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;Now we know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-2880273218227173733?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/2880273218227173733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=2880273218227173733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/2880273218227173733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/2880273218227173733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-women-know-about-men-but-didnt_13.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-2882962694319970962</id><published>2009-01-09T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T12:59:06.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The things women know about men but didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it. Men and Women can never fully understand each other. That’s why we are perfect for each other. He/she doesn’t understand your feeling, thinking or behavior is not an excuse for you to become lesbian or gay or both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to make this gap little bit closer. Keep in mind I’m not a sexist even though what I write sound like one. Just take it this way… even though many men out there keep complaining their women can’t understand them, but at the same time they just keep the ‘mystery things’ to them self. Either not sure how to talk about it or simply not sure what are ‘those mystery things.’ What I try to do is to let it out by share it from my experiences, discussion and reading. Hopefully, it can give a little hint to women what is happening to men’s brain. And NO… I’m not the professional certificate holder of human behavior. By all that, also keep remembering the facts that I will about to discuss happened to majority of the men arround me. So if you have man that belongs to some sort of minority hard to find species… it will be in different story book (maybe you can find it under fairytale label in the last row of the shelf at the national library of far-far away kingdom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with the scenario that I’ve been encounter many times before: &lt;strong&gt;What actually happen when men have problem and ask the opinion from women? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing you (someone wife, girlfriend or best girlfriend) have to know that most of the men will find it hard to ask help from others regardless of opinion or advice. They rather keep it to their self until the problem can’t be longer contained. The first person he will seek is his best friend… and yes the best friend must be a guy… Girl best friend is not count. This best friend is the one he share his plate together or peep the hole in female bathroom together. If somehow his best friends not available (usually have a date with hot blonde girl or in the stadium watching football game) the next person he will seek will be his elder brother. Next in line will be his guy friends (not so best) that appear much mature or have the experiences in the field of the problem occur. If all of them are not available at that time then that will be the time he will choose to see you asking for advices or opinion. As you can see, there is a long list before your name appears to become the ‘problem share partner’. The good news is, his parent will be in the bottom of the list. So if you wonder why your man has bad hair day, not even smell the food you cook or smoke 2 packs of cigarettes a day and still say everything is fine, the problem sharing list will be the answer. Now you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next… I will reveal the reason behind this situation and tips on how to handle the situation… things that women think they know but they didn’t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-2882962694319970962?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/2882962694319970962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=2882962694319970962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/2882962694319970962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/2882962694319970962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-women-know-about-men-but-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-6264651910661048086</id><published>2009-01-08T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:05:28.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did I write blog in English?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason… It’s free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second… my English sux. But I do love to write and talk in English. Because if I don’t, my English will become a little bit upper level than sh**t. Why do I care if my English good or not? Simply because I believe the more languages I can put in my tongue, the more people I can reach… more people I can communicate with. It’s nothing to do with try to be cool like somebody thought it was. Don’t get me wrong… It’s not like I’m not proud of our malay language... I love it, the most beautiful language in the world if use on the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third reason… I have bad habit when talking. If what I want to say have lots of information and I need to say it fast… I will somehow use English (even the person I’m talking to doesn't have any idea what I’m saying.) I just can’t help it. It happened all the times. Maybe it because English have short words when it come to spelling and phrase (sms using English word can save me more space and cost because I don’t get use to ‘sms short form language’).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who always afraid to talk in English because he thinks people will laugh and make fun of him. In my case, I dun care… that’s what I did with people around me for my entire life so far. I just don’t care what people think about me… I just do it in my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends out there... Especially the one who can speak better English than me… Please give me a chance to learn this language better. Be patience with me... If you don’t understand what I babble in English, just simply ask me to repeat again. I will… again and over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I'm once love to talk in Japanese language. Too bad.. I don't have more time and people to practise with. Gambatte kudasai yo kaione-san ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-6264651910661048086?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/6264651910661048086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=6264651910661048086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/6264651910661048086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/6264651910661048086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-did-i-write-blog-in-english-first.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-7161672652697207908</id><published>2008-12-30T11:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:06:04.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why did I write blog?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SVm7CyC2M6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/BmmvAMw-hZw/s1600-h/selfme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285461294163833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SVm7CyC2M6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/BmmvAMw-hZw/s320/selfme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why did I write blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost new year.. yeah I know... 2009. Which means, I skip to put words on my blog for around 1yrs 8 months. Must be really bizarre for all my blogger friends who keep updating story every day. So what make me took almost 2 yrs to come back here? The answer is somewhat related to the question why did I start to write in blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason, it’s free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, most of my friends back then have their own blog. They always have something to write so I’m thinking I do as well have something to write myself. The only problems is I don’t like to whine about political issue around the country or my neighbor cat sleeping all day or how bad is that local artist behave or even how great is my travel experiences. Because of that I choose to write matters that really annoy me. Matters like my ridiculous job task at office or people around me that drive me crazy. Why I have to write all those things in here? Simply because I need to throw up my rage before it start to block my veins in my head and get myself stroke. Write could be a good meditation or alternative for me instead of vandalism or sending people to hospital with my office chair on their head. Poor chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did I skip 2 years to drop a word? Could be because I have a new better worth pay job or my life is so much happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blogging - big phenomenal back on those years- if you don’t have one you are soooo uncool, if you have one.. you are one of the cool geek.lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-7161672652697207908?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/7161672652697207908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=7161672652697207908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/7161672652697207908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/7161672652697207908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2008/12/almost-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SVm7CyC2M6I/AAAAAAAAAAo/BmmvAMw-hZw/s72-c/selfme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-116576940050245303</id><published>2006-12-11T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T00:50:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When the last time i drop a word in my blog? Oct 2006. Which is almost 2 month ago. What happened to me since then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should have guess it right. Im bussy like Donald Trumph's apprentice. From the day i returned back to HQ, i've been loaded with pile of worksh*t. Thought my fresh year workin here is the most busy situation in my life. Well, that is nothin compare to what i have now. Two weeks timeline project need to b complete in 6 days. Plus 1 more tender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the Math:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks project turn out to be 6 days + 1 tender need to be complete in 6 days &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer&lt;/strong&gt;= &lt;em&gt;12 days workin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The correct answer will be.. i need to complete 2 weeks timeline job in 6 days and at the same time submit the tender &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; in other words... im working 24hrs a day using all the 6 days i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND this super duper far more 'terer' than Donald Trumph' apprentice sh*t did it. Succesfully finished the job in 5 days. Whoooo hoooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, i can rest and back to normal workin hour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completed the most impossible jobs in 5 days, i ve got another project which is similar to 6 days timeline's project (originally 2 weeks timeline's project). The only different is, now i have to finish it in 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh BTW, did i mention the timeline including weekend? Yes. including my lovely Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND last 28 Nov was my 25th birthday. DON'T even think to ask me what im doing during my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you cannot stop wondering... &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; im here at the office... working...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-116576940050245303?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/116576940050245303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=116576940050245303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/116576940050245303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/116576940050245303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-last-time-i-drop-word-in-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-116113682525343355</id><published>2006-10-18T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:00:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be my last day here. At Terengganu. Not sure what im feeling wright now.  Its all mixed up. Sometimes i just couldnt hardly wait to back at my old life in Kl. The life that bring me close to my friends, my family and for sure my love. The life where i can lepak at mamak with my friends OR go out with my love. Yeah... i miss that life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i know deep down in my heart, its hard to leave my class here. Just couldnt look at those eyes. The eyes filled with hope that i can stay here much longer. For the first time in my life. i felt lots of apperciation that i couldnt even imagine before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i have my obligation back at KL. I have my life demanding for my survival. The days i spent here at Terengganu will be untrade memories. I will miss Terengganu for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student of 402 Graphic Design Class &lt;a href="mailto:M2Farm@Terengganu"&gt;M2Farm@Terengganu&lt;/a&gt;. Good luck guys ;). May faith brings us together again in the future. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-116113682525343355?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/116113682525343355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=116113682525343355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/116113682525343355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/116113682525343355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomorrow-will-be-my-last-day-here.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-114017764991214170</id><published>2006-02-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T20:07:34.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Crazy about my girl..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this one...&lt;br /&gt;Your girlfriend workin out of town. (like 5 hrs journey from your place). She will call you everynight just for routine. One day she doesnt. Ok, for that day you call her. BUT nobody answer the phone. Call her again at 11pm. nobody answer,&lt;br /&gt;12pm still no one answer,&lt;br /&gt;1 am.. nope... and finally&lt;br /&gt;2 am ..&lt;br /&gt;and still the only voice your hear is the girl workin with voice msg company. Alright then... the only positive way you can think maybe she too tired and fall asleep. Dont want to be call as'overreactinworryingboyfriend' you finally deicide to call her when the sun go out(assuming she fall asleep early that night). You go to your bed and call the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, at 3 am... your phone ring. Your girlfriend call you. She in her car on the way back to hotel. Guess what, back from karaoke with her male/female friends. She sound guilty because she didnt tell you at the first place because worry that you will not let her hang out with her friends at late night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1 million question is:&lt;br /&gt;What is your response on that particular situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a) you freak out and go mad like hell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b) you just keep it cool.. and say its ok hone.. hope you have great evening with your friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c) you tell her how upset you are with her way of thinkin when she decide to go karaoke at late night. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you choose the answer... you might want to consider a few consequences from your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is &lt;strong&gt;( a)&lt;/strong&gt;, you might want to consider the fact that she finally tell you what happened when &lt;strong&gt;she actually can lie to you&lt;/strong&gt; and pretend nothing happen. If you go mad maybe there is a big chance she will never tell you any bad thing she commit in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is &lt;strong&gt;(b)&lt;/strong&gt;, even this option will make you look like very cool understanding boyfriend.. 99% this incident will happen again and karaoke time might get even longer till 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is &lt;strong&gt;(c)&lt;/strong&gt;, you hope she will rethink what she done and finally can understand why you not happy with this incident. After all, shes not a kid anymore and should be able to think maturedly. It should at the end she will feel sorry and make sure it not happening again in future.&lt;br /&gt;BUT then..... how should you know that she will think maturedly and the sorry coming out from her mouth wasnt just for avoiding long hour arguement. AND keep remember, never ever think that you know what are girls thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... almost forget the most important fact you need to consider before you choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you love her very much. Really love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-114017764991214170?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/114017764991214170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=114017764991214170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/114017764991214170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/114017764991214170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/02/crazy-about-my-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-114008450217626478</id><published>2006-02-16T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:08:22.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to face pile of workshit. Back to 'onlygodknowwhenitover' project. Back in business. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly something happening to me. Not sure what it is. I can feel different inside me. The feeling i have lost long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling while working. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-114008450217626478?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/114008450217626478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=114008450217626478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/114008450217626478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/114008450217626478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-113964780266990850</id><published>2006-02-11T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T16:50:02.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally,.... going back to my hometown. Have 2 xtra days (back yo work on wednesday). Its not easy to get those leave. After tight battle on cold war with my boss, i won at the end ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im at the office at this moment. Of coz la. Goin back  at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehaaa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-113964780266990850?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/113964780266990850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=113964780266990850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113964780266990850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113964780266990850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-113853120860561098</id><published>2006-01-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:40:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its chinese new year... public holiday.. and where i am rite now? .. at the office.. working non-stop.. i suppose to be at my parent house  but then mana ada ticket bas lagi kalau last minute camni... i guess the plan postpone till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly many things happened to hit me in my head and i start doubt my future in here. Boss tak apperciate kerja... nak pindah ke rumah yag tak best... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what left for me right here anymore. Not sure why im still here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-113853120860561098?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/113853120860561098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=113853120860561098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113853120860561098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113853120860561098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-113828184357877714</id><published>2006-01-26T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T21:29:03.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i almost quit my job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i felt so tired and bored. In a second, to quit the job by end of this month seem an easy option. But then... i dont have any new job. &lt;br /&gt;How can i survive without a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i will quit from this job. One day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-113828184357877714?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/113828184357877714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=113828184357877714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113828184357877714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113828184357877714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-i-almost-quit-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-113783931503259202</id><published>2006-01-21T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T18:36:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shopping Day!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its her shopping day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She has that 'company dinner', and like other normal girls.. she need to go shopping for 'special occasion'. The theme is 70's fashion... Can u imagine? I meant.. come on.. this is 2006 and still old generation from that co. looking for 70's air. Get a life... come on.. its time to move on granpa.... give me a little break..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT then.. as a 'good understanding' bf... After 4 hrs walking in 3 different shopping malls with god know how much i spent for this trip..plus.. my legs felt pain like hell... and at the end shes smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the pain just worth it after all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I always hate 70's... today will b one of the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-113783931503259202?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/113783931503259202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=113783931503259202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113783931503259202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113783931503259202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/01/shopping-day-not-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-113776232255547039</id><published>2006-01-20T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:05:22.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 9.00pm and im still at d office.. working. Im so close to become succesfull workoholic... just like my father. The last time i actually came home to my parent house was last year raya.&lt;br /&gt;Y? because my work keep coming and coming and continue coming.  One of my friend asking me yesterday.."Kau ni lama sangat tak balik kampung tak sayangkan family ke?". Not even 1 word coming out from my mouth to answer his concern. Do i? Tak sayangkan family? Isnt that sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR maybe if we can see it from d other side... Im working hard because im the first son. Im working hard so i can finally someday help my parents so they can have a better life. So Im not coming home, give my full commitment to my job.. ignore all the pleasure from good healthy life because i want to be a good son... Is there any logic fact on all of that reasons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i said maybe? I did didnt i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR maybe it just some lame excuses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-113776232255547039?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/113776232255547039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=113776232255547039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113776232255547039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113776232255547039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-9.html' title=''/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21253627.post-113775995351142257</id><published>2006-01-20T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:21:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not bad for a busy freak like me</title><content type='html'>My own blog... thanks to xura. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why did i created this spot. Its not like somebody will actually come here to read all the stuff. Maybe i just need a place where i can pour my heart. A place where i actually can talk about everything.... to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hated me but some like me and few actually really love me. I need to know why by looking at myself by talking to myself. Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, 2006 will bring all the dream we wish ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21253627-113775995351142257?l=hariszainon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/feeds/113775995351142257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21253627&amp;postID=113775995351142257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113775995351142257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21253627/posts/default/113775995351142257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hariszainon.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-bad-for-busy-freak-like-me.html' title='Not bad for a busy freak like me'/><author><name>hariszainon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11870682384386634740</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dsPWwvcKzx4/SWWfPzni6HI/AAAAAAAAABI/W3xCUBhy8Gg/S220/self.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
