<?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-6703613819653038377</id><updated>2012-02-27T23:35:29.937-08:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='andika&apos;s you tube choice of the week'/><category term='austin trip'/><category term='organize'/><category term='andika&apos;s family gossip'/><category term='pinterest'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='babywearing'/><category term='andika&apos;s weekend'/><category term='Babydrama'/><category term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><category term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category term='andika&apos;s photo'/><title type='text'>nick andika's random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>a place where i write all of my random/peculiar/eccentric/ quirky disturbing thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-5809789843537073123</id><published>2012-02-15T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:40:48.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><title type='text'>babywearing: find the right baby carrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;masa pregnant lagi aku dah gila nk pakai ring sling, biaq pi orang nak kata aku macam maid indon ka macam orang vietnam ka, janji chores aku settle and aku tak risau biar anak sorang-sorang dlm cot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, bila baby dah keluar, ada ring sling pon aku takut nak pakai, sbb dia kecik sgt (3.5kg kecik tang mana aku pon tak tau!) ibu baru kann.. dukung baby pun mengigil lagi takut, ni kan nak sumbat dia dalam sling. So aku tunggu dia dah ada head control baru aku pakai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalah nya, encik tupai tak nak pakai ring sling, dia kata renyah aih tarik sini sana, dia kata dia nak yang buckle buckle tuh ja, senang. kebetulan kami terserempak dengan new mum bawak baby dengan ssc (soft structured carrier) yg byk gila buckle nya. dia kata hak tuh la dia nak. maka masuk la Jusco cari, jumpa la, harga dalam RM50 kot. aku dah habaq kat dia, ni nnt Anas tak selesa sbb dia mcm dangling macam tuh ja, bukan duduk. dia kata aku pessimist, ring sling aku ja la hak betui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bila kami outing, kalau dia yg dukung Anas, dia akan pakai la ssc tuh, tak sampai setengah jam dia dah complain sakit belakang, ada la dia pakai dlm 4kali ja. dah la gabak. tuh laa aku dah bilang awal2, ssc murah ni tak best. ada reason kenapa dia murah. sebab dia tak bes laaa. dia punya weight distribution tak betul, tuh yg sakit belakang. dah la tuh Anas pon tak selesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka di bilik stor la ssc tuh sampai sekarang. the point here is, a lot of new parents are excited about wearing their baby and would jump to the cheapest carrier they can find, that is the purpose of you carrying your baby no? so that you don't have to buy expensive stroller. Teeett. NOT. babywearing is NOT cheap, yes there is a cheaper solution but it's not safe for you and your baby. invest in proper carrier for your baby safety and also for your back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a diagram that explains why. familiar ain't it? bjorn anyone? this digaram was taken from hipdysplasia.org, hipdysplasia is a condition where the hip is dislocated in development stage outside womb. or just google it, i don't really know how to explain it, dude it is proven these kind of carriers may caused hip dysplasia, so please be aware on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=331274836905139&amp;amp;set=a.214192675280023.59561.172203622812262&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;theater"&gt;BabyCalm baby calming classes facebook&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.hipdysplasia.org/Developmental-Dysplasia-Of-The-Hip/Prevention/Baby-Carriers-Seats-and-Other-Equipment/Default.aspx"&gt;hipdysplasia.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/406312_331274836905139_172203622812262_1079140_1023163394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 536px;" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/p480x480/406312_331274836905139_172203622812262_1079140_1023163394_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/406312_331274836905139_172203622812262_1079140_1023163394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-5809789843537073123?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/5809789843537073123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=5809789843537073123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5809789843537073123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5809789843537073123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2012/02/babywearing-find-right-baby-carrier.html' title='babywearing: find the right baby carrier'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-8940992559358139578</id><published>2012-02-15T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:24:32.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pinterest'/><title type='text'>organize! : failed!</title><content type='html'>ok i did organized my closet, but the closet's too small for both of my clothes and the husband's. so it was ok only for 2 months or so, then everything went everywhere. But at least I know where things are now. oh drat not really! i lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, the new plan is to convert my storage room to become my closet. weeheee.. so only important daily stuff go to the main master bedroom closet and the rest all will be shushhh to the storange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next big project will be the storage room. see how long will this stay in my to-do list.. hahahahahahaha *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway first thing first, get some inspiration from pinterest. oh btw am i the only obsessed with pinterest or what???? it's the best thing invented ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-8940992559358139578?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/8940992559358139578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=8940992559358139578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8940992559358139578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8940992559358139578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2012/02/organize-failed.html' title='organize! : failed!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-5453553428842575335</id><published>2011-12-14T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:04:35.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>organize! : where it all started #1</title><content type='html'>rumah aku bersepah tahap sekarang ni. maksud bersepah aku bukan nya ruang tamu dah tak nmpk mcm ruang tamu. rumah masih ok, nmpk mcm rumah la, tapi sepah yang tahap, bila laki aku tanya "nan, baju melayu saya yg maroon tu mana?" mampos aku tak tau aku stash kat mana. ada la kot dlm bakul laundry kering yg tk lipat lipat lagi tak pon dlm almari baju. hmm tapi naya jugak la nk cari dalam lemari baju tuh. baju tinggi bagai gunung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ni jenis tak suka tgk rumah sepah, tapi aku tak suka mengemas, jadi solution aku ialah sorok all those barang asalkan mata aku tak nampak. hakhakhak... pemalas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulu masa tak ada anak, boleh la aku spent 10 - 15 minit cari barang, tapi sekarang dah ada anak yg baru ada kaki, mana dan nye nak mencari. pastuh pulak sekarang ni aku tgh addict dgn pinterest, jadi bila tgk orang dok organize rumah bes-bes, aku pon teringat la dekat rumah aku dulu, organized gila ok, mak bapak aku memang organize-freak pon. jadi aku pon mula la berangan-rangan nak start organize kan rumah aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mula-mula aku start dengan mencari ilham, so berejam-rejam la habiskan masa di pinterest, lepas tuh aku ada baca satu quote ni something like there is no point in reading to the moon if you don't make anything out of what you read. aku lupa dah exact ayat dia, tapi maksud nya sama. so aku pon terasa la. dok browse saja, tapi almari baju aku bersepah lagu tuh jugak, tadak perubahan langsung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i take some notes from the best organizing ideas, balik dari kerja semalam aku nekad pergi hardware store, beli storage baskets!!! aku beli hak murah murah ja, plastik bodoh ja, 4 ringgit satu yg besar punya, so later if I have eyesore from the hideous plastic basket, i just glued some cute fabric on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i have broken the organize project according to rooms, so i'll start with master bedroom first. and within the room i'll further broke it down to sections. sebab nya i dont have all day to do this, I only have about ~3hours to do it, after tucking in Anas's to bed to tucking in myself to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mintak mintak la berpanjangan semangat ni jangan nak dok hangat hangat taik ayam ja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-5453553428842575335?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/5453553428842575335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=5453553428842575335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5453553428842575335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5453553428842575335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/12/organize-where-it-all-started-1.html' title='organize! : where it all started #1'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2364466616581528733</id><published>2011-12-08T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T05:43:20.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it made you think..</title><content type='html'>how pathetic is it that you bought flowers for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or go on a movie marathon of your favorite romance movies of all time on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh did i mentioned that you did all of that on your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a loser huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2364466616581528733?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2364466616581528733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2364466616581528733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2364466616581528733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2364466616581528733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-made-you-think.html' title='it made you think..'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3921649175177272035</id><published>2011-11-23T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:26:08.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>cold feet</title><content type='html'>aku ingat lagi, malam before aku akad nikah, i was a nervous wreck. bukan takat cold feet segala mak nenek pon sejuk ok. eventhough aku penat gila gila gila, kerja kahwin byk kena buat ok tapi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things came to my mind, masa decide nak kahwin dulu, these things already occurred to me tapi rasa macam alah tak ada apa lah, i am ready.tapi bila dah memang nak kahwin betul-betul ha hamik kau. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is he the one? ke aku dah silap pilih? aku nih muda lagi, macam mana dengan my-non-existence career? macam mana kalau nanti lepas kahwin gaduh tahap gaban, dah tak ada way out, boleh ke aku sabar, boleh ke aku jaga orang lain diri sendiri pon tak terjaga. oooooooo maiiiiiii gawddddddddddddddddddddddd... can i back out now???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haa kan terbayang cerita runaway bride kauuu.. baru tahu kan perasaan itu. memang taik gila lah perasaan malam tuh. tak ada sekelumit pon happiness kau. dah terbayang bayang dah tanggungjawab bagai, dosa yg aku dah tau sure dapat nya. memang otak aku taleh stop pikir langsung. the responsibilities keeps on running through my mind. gilaaaaaaaaa takutttttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then bila aku dah tahap nk muntah punya takut, macam sign from Tuhan,  Tupai called (kol 3 pagi before akad esok pagi okkay!), tanya pasal hantaran whatever, bila dengar suara dia je segala tok nenek kerisauan hilang, tiba tiba rasa tenang ja hati. &lt;br /&gt;Lepas ja cakap ngn dia, aku terus tidur. haa itu lah dinamakan jodoh. haha. poyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka Panda Eyes lah aku pada hari pernikahan aku. padan muka.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tak sebenarnya aku dengki gila dengan bride yang boleh tidur dengan sempurna malam before nikah. seriously? you girls dont even have even a tiny bit of cold feet? tipuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!! aku tengok semua orang macam oh tak sabarnya nak jadi isteri si dia... oh gembira, oh bertuahnya diri ku, oh sungguh bahagia esok hari bahagia ku.. better get my beauty sleep because tomorrow's my big day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kenapa tidak aku? dang! itu nama nya sebab aku always ted'up about stuff. tapi betul. ko ingat kawin ni main-main ke? you are no longer who you are after marriage ok, your whole freaking life will shift into a new dimension. new responsibilities, new family, new friends.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kesimpulan nya, yang aku belajar is, wedding is just a one day event, but marriage is forever. gives your best effort in preparing for the rest of your life, rather then ted'up about a one day event. oleh itu jangan la buat loan untuk majlis kahwin, nanti lepas kahwin gaduh pasal loan payment and bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa kaitan? foobar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-3921649175177272035?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3921649175177272035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3921649175177272035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3921649175177272035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3921649175177272035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/11/cold-feet.html' title='cold feet'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-9008417937067752738</id><published>2011-11-12T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:04:37.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>18 months gestation</title><content type='html'>aku dulu babywearer yang tegar juga lah. Iaitu sebelum Anas mencapai 10kg atau 9 bulan. Selepas itu aku stop takut belikat aku terkehel. aku start tahu pasal baby wearing bila aku research pasal how to naturally stimulate baby's growth yada yada yada, you got my drift kan. that is where i stumbled upon babywearing's benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says(some research done by the late Ashley Montagu) that baby's gestation sebenarnya ialah 18 bulan. 9 months inside mommy's womb and 9 months outside. so part 9 bulan dekat luar rahim tuh ialah masa baby nak adapt kepada dunia, in stages. so the baby perlukan the familiarity that he has in womb, so that dia rasa secure. sebab bagi baby kecik, dunia ni sungguh la ngeri. it still is for me. so the security lies with his mommy. die punye heartbeat, rentak mak dia berjalan, suara mak dia, everything soothes him, something that he's familiar with masa dalam rahim. And also he learns about real life first hands, dia tengok mak dia basuh baju, basuh pinggan, mop lantai segala, so he is exposed to real life awal-awal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they say that baby yg selalau dipakai (digendong), wont be colicky dan meragam. For me, aku setuju, memang aku tengok baby yang mak dia suka dukung, tak biar baby tergolek golek nangis dalam cot sorang-sorang, breastfeed, kurang sikit meragam dia dan baby gendongan ni semuanya happy baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no my point here is, aku tinggal anak aku betul-betul masa dia masuk 9 bulan. bila aku balik dia dah 10bulan. MasyaALLAH, berbeza sangat dia. sebelum aku tinggal, he's still a baby, memang dah boleh merangkak dan cruising bagai juara, tapi personality wise dia masih lagi baby. Bila dah balik, ha kamu, dah boleh nampak character dia as a full grown human, dia dah paham what we want from him, he's no longer needy, he knows what he wants, he loves to explore, he has wonderful memory, and he's independent of some sort. macam dalam sebulan perubahan yang sungguh besar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rumusan aku adalah theory 18bulan gestation ini sangat la aku setuju. sebab aku nampak sangat perubahan before 9 bulan and after 9 bulan Anas. Tuhan maha kaya, semua Dia buat sungguh sempurna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-9008417937067752738?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/9008417937067752738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=9008417937067752738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/9008417937067752738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/9008417937067752738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/11/18-months-gestation.html' title='18 months gestation'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1882320054441444051</id><published>2011-11-12T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T07:35:33.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>first steps!</title><content type='html'>Dari aku kecik lagi dah aku dah berangan rangan dah witnessing anak aku punya first steps. anak aku dalam angan-angan mesti muka mat saleh abis, macam budak-budak dalam iklan osh kosh dekat majalah dahulu kala. Aku dulu punya la obsess dengan budak osh kosh tuh, tempek iklan oshkosh tuh dekat buku nota lagi ok. haih. itu belum cerita aku simpan gambar Man Bai masa aku umur 5 tahun. hebat jugak la taste aku dulu ye dak? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cerita nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WITNESSED IMRAN'S FIRST STEPS TODAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku tengah goreng char keow teow dekat dapur, tetibe Tupai jerit panggil aku, apa kena? aku hungga la ke depan takut si budak tuh luka ke ape kan..  sekali si Anas tgh dok jalan terhuyung hayang. jauh la jugak nyah die jalan.. ada lah dlm 6 7 steps, lepas tuh malas terus turun merangkak. cettttt tak sempat sambar kamera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tuh sepanjang hari ni aku paksa dia tatih..tapi sepanjang hari jugak la, dia jalan satu steps terus turun merangkak. haha dasar pemalas macam mak dia jugak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perasaan bangga tak payah nak cerita lah. bangga gila! nasib baik char keow teow ade atas dapur, kalau tak mahu bercucuran turun air mata ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-1882320054441444051?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1882320054441444051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1882320054441444051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1882320054441444051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1882320054441444051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/11/first-steps.html' title='first steps!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-5833452237544434804</id><published>2011-11-11T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T08:15:09.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin trip'/><title type='text'>the bliss of technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LImIY-vUXFA/Tr1I0I5ZdRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uqSt7jqH9RU/s1600/CIMG0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LImIY-vUXFA/Tr1I0I5ZdRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uqSt7jqH9RU/s200/CIMG0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673771166135317778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni lah teknologi at its best. berguna. rasa macam anak beranak duduk satu bilik, walaupun berjauhan berjuta miles away. abaikan kekurangan kesopanan dari suami ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a geek note: personally i think Facetime is much better than Skype. it's just my preferences. Skype sometimes lags, but not Facetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-5833452237544434804?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/5833452237544434804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=5833452237544434804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5833452237544434804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5833452237544434804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/11/bliss-of-technology_11.html' title='the bliss of technology'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LImIY-vUXFA/Tr1I0I5ZdRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/uqSt7jqH9RU/s72-c/CIMG0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-5020472628761058962</id><published>2011-11-11T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:42:02.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random #3</title><content type='html'>you know what's sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you think you're happy, but you're practically stalking your ex or your other half's ex like a vulture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what I called, insecurity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-5020472628761058962?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/5020472628761058962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=5020472628761058962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5020472628761058962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5020472628761058962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/11/mothers-journal-1.html' title='random #3'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-7053943119702925508</id><published>2011-10-27T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:58:44.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin trip'/><title type='text'>selfish people annoys me</title><content type='html'>aku tengah bengang dengan seorang manusia ini. dia sgt la kiamsiap. nk pakai dermalogica product, tapi sungguh kiamsiap tanak beli dekat Malaysia, mahal kata nya. dan dan ada business trip pergi US, mula la nak order berjuta di Amazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu takpa. aku pun buat perkara sama. tapi manusia ini tak reti nak agak agak, dah tahu kan ada chances thay she will shorten her trip, agak-agak la, dah tahu kamu tuh nk balik awal, tak payah la nak order last minute. dah la dasar tak reti nak tgk berapa lama the shipment took and what's the worst case scenario, dia main orderrr jer. SAVE duit kata nya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan dan her last shipment sampai after she dah balik ke Penang. since we both stayed at the same hotel, maka aku lah menjadi Mak Lampir nye, so the shipment supposed to be routed to me. maka aku pon tunggu jer la shipment tuh muncul dlm bilik aku. tapi tak jugak muncul-muncul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minah tuh dah cuak dah. shipment company kata dah hantar. tapi barang nya tak jugak sampai. 5x kamu sehari dia pm aku tanya. mintak aku tanya front desk. aku dah tanya front desk kata nya tak ada pun shipment tuh. kira tanggungjawab aku dah setel. minah tuh pulak siap suruh aku marah marah lagi front desk. suruh naik suara siap. mintak threaten them. kamu ni budak kecik ke kalau tak dapat apa kamu nak kamu marah marah nak ugut orang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa masalah awak? itu problem shipment awak, dan dan aku pulak kena pergi marah marah for you? who are you??? I'm not a freaking PAWN for you to use. Kalau kau nak sangat marah marah orang, kamu sendiri la call. saya dekat Malaysia tak boleh call US katanya, pakai la Skype, Cik kak. aku just cakap im sorry but i have to go to work early in the morning and came back really late, so i dont have time to go and harass the manager for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tahu ko tensen barang kau hilang. aku phm. tapi ada proper channel yang kamu boleh guna dimana tidak akan menyusahkan orang lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas aku buat bolayan dekat dia. maka dia pun ambil inisiatif email komplen kepada manager hotel panjang lebar dengan font bold size 14 kaler merah. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balik kerja esok dan dan shipment itu tersengih atas meja study aku. kan? kalau dari awal kamu hantar email, tak ada la kamu perlu menyusahkan orang di sekeliling kamu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-7053943119702925508?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/7053943119702925508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=7053943119702925508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7053943119702925508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7053943119702925508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/10/selfish-people-annoys-me.html' title='selfish people annoys me'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4513605298237531504</id><published>2011-10-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T20:13:08.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin trip'/><title type='text'>apabila aku drive</title><content type='html'>aku bangga tahap la dgn diri sendiri. wahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku kan bodoh-bodoh sikit driving ni. mula mula datang Penang aku tak penah drive ever. Lesen memang buat pekasam ja. datang-datang penang dah kena drive. dah la aku dok di tempat paling jem di bumi pulau pinang. ok aku tipu. tapi memang congested lah the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lepas tu aku accident sekali. tobat jantung terhenti sekejap. dan dalam beberapa saat accident tu jadi, semuanya jadi slow motion, terasa dunia di slow mo kan, aku mcm nk tekan break, tapi isyarat tuh lambat sampai ke otak, tahu tahu dah terlanggar kereta depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selepas itu accident aku bertukar menjadi pemandu yg berhemah. tapi Penang style. so you know what i mean. So when I come here, aku datang seorang seorang dari department aku, and aku segan la kan nk tumpang orang yg aku baru kenal everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first week, aku macam nak familiarize dgn jalan dan peraturan nya. cuak la jugak nak drive di belah kiri. Aku luahkan la perasaan dekat colleague aku yg selalu travel, dia cakap senang je nak drive, ko kene selalu ingat, line kuning akan sentiasa di belah kiri. always. and watch out for road signs. Stop means stop. even tak ada kereta. WAJIB. so sepanjang aku ada kat sini, aku menjadi pemandu berhemah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tetapi hanya di 2 minggu yang pertama. selepas itu, tanduk penang aku naik balik. haha. dan dan kena hon panjang dengan driver sini. then reality hits. oops. sorry. haha.Colleague aku baru sampai Austin, bila turn aku drive for lunch or dinner, sure dia marah, "Najwa SLOW DOWN, Najwa CAREFUL!". setiap kali aku nak drive balik hotel aku sure dia membebel dulu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka aku pun menjadi seorang pemandu berhemah. semoga tabiat ini melekat sehingga bila bila. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4513605298237531504?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4513605298237531504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4513605298237531504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4513605298237531504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4513605298237531504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/10/apabila-aku-drive.html' title='apabila aku drive'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1066025569576101273</id><published>2011-10-11T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:24:15.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='austin trip'/><title type='text'>anak kau masuk hospital?</title><content type='html'>aku datang sini jumpa ngn sorang mamat ni, budak company aku jugak tapi different department, budak melayu la. ada dia senang la sikit aku nk cari mknn halal. ada geng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi masa pergi lunch ramai-ramai, makan sushi, dia cakap dia nk shorten his trip, sebab anak-anak dia masuk hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku mcm "haaaaaaaa? anak-anak kau dua dua masuk hospital?" kalau la anak aku? (mintak tuhan jauh la) pengsan~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau gilaaaaaa.. anak warded, dia boleh lagi datang kerja. nyah bukan nya office dia stgh jam dari rumah weii.. office dia berjuta juta km away from home. kalau aku la, tang tuh jugak aku bgtau bos aku, aku nak balik tang ni jugak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi tuh la tak kena dekat aku.. sedap la kan mulut dok ckp itu ini. dah kene batang idung sendiri. baru tahu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-1066025569576101273?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1066025569576101273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1066025569576101273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1066025569576101273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1066025569576101273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/10/anak-kau-masuk-hospital.html' title='anak kau masuk hospital?'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-854810910125476450</id><published>2011-10-07T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:22:19.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unexpected</title><content type='html'>previous entry aku cakap aku tak nak travel. macam macam mana pun aku akan tai chi dekat orang lain. sekarang ni ha amik kau, boss aku kata, Najwa by hook or by crook you have to travel. maka aku pun terima la dengan hati tertutup. mcm *%&amp;* i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku ada anak weiii.. anak aku baru 9 bulan.. panggil mama pon tak reti lagi. kau nak aku travel. aku sorang-sorang pulak tuh dari department aku. udah la aku tak pernah pernah travel jauh. aku kan orang kampung. miskin pulak tuh. nak pergi KL pon buat kira-kira duit pakai excel sheet kamu. ni nak travel jauh-jauh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah la baru lepas Raya, mana ada duit wehhh, hutang keliling pinggang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memang la deparment sponsor, tapi aku kena pakai duit aku dulu baru boleh claim. tak apa la pasal duit tuh, aku boleh pakai credit card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anak aku macam mana? aku ni dengan malu tahap dewa, pergi la melanguk dekat mak aku mintak jaga anak aku. dan dan pulak la abang ipar aku pun kena travel jugak. at the same time pulak tuh. so mak aku kena jaga anak saudara aku. aku pun dengan malu tahap nya pegi la pulak melanguk dekat mak mertua aku, mintak tolong jaga anak aku. nasib baik kau mak mertua aku baik tahap maha dewa. maka semuanya berjalan dengan lancar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;persiapan nk pergi aku tak sempat nk buat sgt. kes nya, anak aku kena chicken pox. punya la resah hati mak kan. 2 minggu lepas tuh terus ok. aku pun fly lmbt seminggu. aku ingat boleh cancel kan jer trip. rupa rupanya tidak. demit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-854810910125476450?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/854810910125476450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=854810910125476450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/854810910125476450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/854810910125476450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/10/unexpected.html' title='unexpected'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-7787666437965418263</id><published>2011-08-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:33:31.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A choice well made</title><content type='html'>I used to be a feminist. I always strive to be the best. And then. I have a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only 25, a very young age to have a baby i must admit, im struggling to meet my life long dream of having a career that i can be proud of. Ashamedly, i was torn in between. At one point, i have traces of regrets and thousands of what-ifs just waterfall out of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have  no one to turn too, i was too shameful to admit to anyone that i dare to even consider career over my baby boy. I was given not 1 but 3 chances of travelling to work with my counterparts on the other side of the globe. Travel equals to career growth. Not just that, travelling will open up my eyes and change my perspective towards life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dare not go. I dare not think of him crying, searching for his mom when he wakes up at night. I dare not leave him for night, let alone for a month!  yes i will leave him at a very capable hands,my mom. And yet, i felt like a coward for being so protective, and there are times  that i really consider to accept the offer. But i was too vain. Afraid of what other might think of me. Leaving a 6 month old baby behind for career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite torn apart, until i stumble upon an article about work and family. It says that opportunities will come and go, but your baby will never grew up twice. If i had accepted the offer, i would have miss his first commando crawl, his first teething experience, how he started to learn how to sit on his own and be an expert about it he did a stunt by swiftly in one step, move from crawling position to sitting position. I swear i was so full with pride, when he lean over the couch and pull himself up for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can't wait to witness his first step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-7787666437965418263?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/7787666437965418263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=7787666437965418263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7787666437965418263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7787666437965418263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/08/choice-well-made.html' title='A choice well made'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6502703042218367938</id><published>2011-08-06T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:08:01.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babydrama'/><title type='text'>Teething is no fun</title><content type='html'>Imran has his first pair of teeth last week. And it took sbout 3 weeks of teething process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He caught a cold and runny nose. And a massive diarhea to top it off. We have to switch him to lactose free formula but we reckon only until his stomach gets better. Lactose free formula causes 100 ringgit per tin demit. Which will last less than 2 weeks!! Its not that he is intolerent to lactose, it's just for the time being.. Let his stomach settle down. Thinking to switch to snow or enfagrow. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i caught on his cold, it has evolved to be a terrible cold,cough and fever. Trifecta ftw. It got me down for a week. And it was the first week of ramadhan. Kesian encik tupai bini tak masak langsung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honest to God, taking care of a baby is much much more tiring than being 9months pregnant with swollen feet. I managed to cook for iftar and sahur when i was pregnant, but now? *surrender*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6502703042218367938?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6502703042218367938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6502703042218367938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6502703042218367938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6502703042218367938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/08/teething-is-no-fun.html' title='Teething is no fun'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1974884259550015129</id><published>2011-08-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:07:10.428-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Babydrama'/><title type='text'>Tricks and tips in handling baby's stuffy nose</title><content type='html'>Anas is one stubborn baby. When he doesnt like something he will let the whole world knows about it. Screaming and kicking. He gets that from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he hates stuffy nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"blow your nose anas, like this hghhhhh,hggghhhh" nothing happen. Mak bapak dia ingat anak diorg clark kent ke apa reti blow his own nose at 7 months old?  Anyhow, our paedi is one of those paedi that doesnt like to give drugs to babies(that's why we love her), she insisted to let his immune system do the healing instead. And siapa yang terseksa.. Mak bapak dia juga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is to make things comfortable for him. The doctor gave us a nasal seawater spray that supposed to clean up his airways, susah tahap gaban nk pakai benda alah sea water what sheet itu. Last-last free free kena baling ke dinding oleh encik tupai. Kaput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the nasal aspirator, the ballon suction thingy doesnt work for us, anas wont let us near him with that thing. Literally kicking and screaming and rolling around and crawling away. So bought the one where we have to suck it on our own. It works. Kaedah nya perlu hisap seperti kamu mkn siput sedut. Yup with the toungue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we do our fair share of googgling on how to handle this especially for bed time, we tried every trick and we found the perfect tricks! *yeah bebehh yeah!* certified working!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get him out of the house, maybe for a evening walk. give him some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Let your hot shower running at max temp.and make sure your bathroom is steaming. If your mirror is all fogged up then it's good to go. Get your baby in the bathroom for about 6-8 minutes. The steam will clear his airways naturally. This works for adults too. I can vouch for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gve your baby a massage, lather him up in johnson and johnson bedtime lotion, this lotion does help baby to sleep better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put some ointment( minyak telon  is wunderbar for us) on his soles and at the back of his calves and also some under his knees. Also on his stomach, and wee bit on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Carry your baby in upright position and tummy to tummy. Your heartbeat keeps your baby secured and upright position clears up his airways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After step 5, anas would be sound asleep, and when we tuck him in, we elevated his Chest and his head with a huge pillow. It helps him to sleep better with his nose and chest higher than his  whole body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more crying at night!! He even smiled when he woke up for his midnight feeding.  Haaaa the bliss of google.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-1974884259550015129?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1974884259550015129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1974884259550015129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1974884259550015129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1974884259550015129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/08/tricks-and-tips-in-handling-babys.html' title='Tricks and tips in handling baby&apos;s stuffy nose'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-327703727191109635</id><published>2011-05-05T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:57:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disses #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;ok so here i was this morning driving happily to work, i just turn in to my "office"'s car park, and then some kiasu konon kononnya vogue lady with a big lalat shades on suddenly just overtook me (she actually overtook me in the carpark area!! AND she stepped on the gas some more!) on my left. being a good girl that i am thought "kesian dia, dah lambat nk gi meeting kol 9 agak nya".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end she parked on the same lane as i do, and there's plenty of spaces left. like PLENTY!!  i dilly dallied a bit so that i don't have to walk side by side with her, when i get out of my car i thought she would be long gone, instead she just got out of her car!! there she was smiling sheepishly. tahu malu la pulak. *hoh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the worst part is.. she walk superrrrrrr slowly while talking on her phone, holding her opened-up laptop, giggling around. in the end i reached the office wayyy earlier then she did. well obviously she's not catching any meetings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so why the bitchiness? again. patience is a virtue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-327703727191109635?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/327703727191109635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=327703727191109635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/327703727191109635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/327703727191109635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/05/disses-2.html' title='disses #2'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-706342612363958330</id><published>2011-05-05T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T18:36:41.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kisses #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;aku sukaaaa tesco sekarang.. if you stand behind the green line we will open up a new counter for you. wooooooooahhh.. at first i thought nahhh just another marketing strategy that will never becomes reality. tetapi i was so wrong! mereka siap ada traffic controller, they called it queue controller. in your face makcik kiasu konon-konon nak cepat potong queue, in the end, i paid first!  patience is the virtue makcik!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-706342612363958330?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/706342612363958330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=706342612363958330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/706342612363958330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/706342612363958330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/05/kisses-1.html' title='kisses #1'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-236775274613710899</id><published>2011-05-04T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T02:10:03.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>disses #1</title><content type='html'>#1: cheap people are wusses. okay fine you earn about 4k monthly, that may not be much, but you're single and renting with bunch of your friends. and you don't even give much to your parents. but you complaint a lot when people bring you to a slightly decent place(not really expensive for your salary!!) for a self paid colleague farewell dinner. *urghhhhh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: just because you're freshly out of uni with a master's degree, doesn't give you the license to belittle your other bachelor degree colleagues, for all it matters, they have more working experience than you do! less talk, more work. you got credential from your work, not your talk. &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/6703613819653038377-236775274613710899?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/236775274613710899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=236775274613710899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/236775274613710899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/236775274613710899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/05/disses-1.html' title='disses #1'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1024993813706287179</id><published>2011-05-03T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T01:40:28.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;#1 : Bon jovi makes my belly becomes jelly. :) i'm a cowboy, on a steel horse i ride, i wanted.. dead or alive... *saliva*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2: my in laws starting to point out how easy wives nowadays get away with things. they are working wives too and able to multitask like nobody's business. kaboom! well they are the real definition of superwoman.. oh heck, najwa has to start cooking again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3: postpartum hair loss is killing me! sini rambut, sana rambut. everywhere rambut. we're talking about A LOT! ish. oh orang tua kata sebab baby main air liur. boleh? tapi memang Anas suka main air liur pon now.&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/6703613819653038377-1024993813706287179?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1024993813706287179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1024993813706287179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1024993813706287179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1024993813706287179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thoughts-2.html' title='random thoughts #2'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6676481576535936557</id><published>2011-05-02T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T02:05:05.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts #1</title><content type='html'>frogurt is my new favorite treat. goodbye haagen dazs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6676481576535936557?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6676481576535936557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6676481576535936557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6676481576535936557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6676481576535936557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/05/random-thoughts-1.html' title='random thoughts #1'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-7906982561060964529</id><published>2011-02-02T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T19:39:38.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Juno story</title><content type='html'>on the 19th Dec, aku bleed. byk. orang tua kata tuh ketuban darah.. ketuban darah ni sakit dan lama labor pain nya. so long story short, kena la admit to KBMC, turns out air ketuban saya pula sikit, so have to induce dilation. so off to the labor room lah nak masukkan ubat utk induce. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though some stranger just prod into my birth canal with that plastic surgery glove on to put some slimy liquid that supposed to make me dilate faster, i felt just fine. no rush. not panicking. just calm. breathing in and breathing out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then suddenly i was alone. doctor aku went off to another patient, mak aku pulak ke toilet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan dan tuh jugak la patient kat labor room sebelah nak beranak. at first aku dengar misi-misi bising, "push nadia, push nadia" nadia adalah bukan nama sebenar. thennnnn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"arghhhhhh" " sakittttttttttttt" si nadia tuh jerit dgn sangat amat gilaaaaaaaa kuat!!!!!!! dan byk lagi jeritan lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku terus pucat lesi. pucat gila. darah aku naik 140/90. tak tipuuuuu... serius takut gilaaaaa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dari konon-konon tak nak opt for epidural terus nak. kalau boleh dan-dan tuh juga nak. mmg jenis tak sedar diri, kita baru dilate 1cm. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, about si nadia. I heard from the staff that she's actually 14 (aku tak tanya pon memang diorg yg dtg bergossip), and she will give the baby up for adoption. ramai-ramai orang tunggu di luar labor room tuh turns out to be family yg nk adopt baby tuh la. so ni memang real life classic Juno story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku kagum jugak dengan si Nadia tuh, dia brave enough to come clean dengan family dia, dan family dia pon sangat bagus untuk  accept things and rational enough utk cari orang utk adopt baby yg tak bersalah tuh. ayah baby tuh pon bertanggungjawab, siap datang masuk labor room lagi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she's just 14! she made a lot of bad decision, tapi bagi aku 14 tahun adalah terlampau budak, dulu aku tak tahu apa-apa pon kot, udah baru 2 tahun akil baligh. haha.my point being, kalau budak 14 tahun boleh buat good decision macam ni, kenapa masih ramai budak-budak lain yang tak ada la budak sangat, boleh buang baby merata-rata? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nadia tuh, foster family yang tanggung medical expanse dia, private hospital lagi akak oi. ada certified doctor handle delivery dari deliver dalam toilet sorang-sorang. kalau pecah darah tak ke naye. and the best part is you can sleep well at night knowing your baby is safe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebenarnya banyak je choices yg elok. it is never too late. tapi kalau dah jahil. &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/6703613819653038377-7906982561060964529?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/7906982561060964529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=7906982561060964529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7906982561060964529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7906982561060964529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/02/juno-story.html' title='the Juno story'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1278542370146301812</id><published>2011-01-16T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:37:08.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i peed on a stick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;aku ingat lagi first time period lepas nikah, exactly 1 week after nikah. 26th March 2010. aku rasa down. a little bit. seriously i was perplexed, why would i feel that way when i have no plan whatsoever to have a kid this early. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. rupanya hati kecilku mahukan little andika secepat mungkin. kihkih.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 weeks after nikah, kawan-kawan Zagreb dtg melawat kami di Penang. Maka kami pon ke Feringgi utk bermandi manda. kawan Zagreb seorang ni, let's call him Abu, adalah seorang smoker tegar, i ride in the same car with abu and abu smelt like cigaratte butt, that makes the car smelt like ashtray. aku dah mula pening-pening, tapi itu normal sbb aku memang allergi dengan rokok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maka berjalan-jalan la kami die tepian pantai, bersama kawan-kawan Zagrib yg memamg tidak seberapa betul lepas main wii boxing smp lebam. parking bontot saja di atas pasir mulus feringgi, pening tadi datang lagi, this time it's full blown. Makan panadol actifast dan tidur la saya di pantai ferringgi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selepas matahari terbenam, abang-abang kuda mula lah membuat quick sales, "adik nak naik kuda, 6 ringgit jer dik. biasanya 10 ringgit, utk adik abang bg 6 ringgit ja". aku sgt amat nakkkkkk sgt naik. tak tau la kenapa, hari tuh aku rasa haiwan yg plg cantik ialah kuda. muscle reflex bile die gerak, fuhhh sexy habis. and mata dia, ekor nya, everything about horse attracts me like crazy that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ade Zagreb tanya, nak tak, aku mcm ish dah lambat, maghrib dah ha. let's just balik. mak aku pesan jgn main dekat luar maghrib-maghrib. hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perjalanan pulang memang menyeksakan. sbb sakit kepala kembali sampai berdenyut2, tak boleh bkk mata. they all were arguing on where to have dinner, and i was restraining myself from throwing up. and i told Zagreb to just drop me back home first. masuk rumah aja i head straight to the bathroom, semua isi perut dari breakfast sampai la tea time semua nya keluar balik. the next day, pening dan sakit kepala tuh masih ada, and i lost my appetite to eat. so i spent the whole day tidur.oh its pretty normal since my period is due in just a few days. PMS la tuh. nothing new there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Monday, my mom call, aku tgh mandi and zagreb answered, die accidentally mentioned pasal aku pening kepala the weekend before, and my mom was sooo excited, thinking she's going to have another grandchild soon. cet. so she keeps on pushing me to go and do the test. i was like no mom its just my PMS. and she kept calling me everyday after that asking "so did you have your period yet?" "erm not yet" "dah lekat la tuh, bawak-bawak la pegi checkup". sheesshhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks after, still no period. aku mula cuak. and all the what-ifs questions flooding my mind. Happy tuh memang la sangat, tapi dah risau pasal tanggungjawab as a mother. am i ready? seriously mixed emotions gila. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so went to buy pregnancy test, i bought the most expensive one there is blue apa dah brand dia, sebab takut nnt false positive. kihkih. first time i peed on a stick. pelik gila. since its the high end test kit, it took only 5 sec for the result. positive. false positive kot! nasib baik i bought the twin package, so ade lagi satu test kit. few days afterwards i peed again on the stick, and still positive. what are the odds kan? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out i was 6 weeks pregnant and the beginning of the hellish morning sickness that is actually an all-day-sickness. hands down it is the most excruciating 3 months of my life. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: agak-agak kalau aku naik la kuda yg abang-abang kuda tuh promote, will the test still be positive? Kalau dah takdir kan. &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/6703613819653038377-1278542370146301812?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1278542370146301812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1278542370146301812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1278542370146301812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1278542370146301812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-i-peed-on-stick.html' title='the day i peed on a stick'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3887519857033323074</id><published>2010-02-01T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:33:44.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><title type='text'>will he still give that look when I'm 60?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i noticed how his dad look at his mom. that long glance. that look. the look of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know that look. that deep glowing look. that admiring look. the look that says I'm holding on to your every word. the look that says i want to grow old with this woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hell for those who has fallen in love before would definitely know it. you know the time when you're thinking like "damn i wonder how can I love this guy so much?" well ppl, when u do mean it, you will wear your heart on your face. it is THAT obvious.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first thing that came to my mind was "will he still give that look when I'm 60?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom said, "you have to make it WORK, its not a plug-and-play thing, marriage is not THAT easy".       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuwak siallllllll~~~~~~~~ gegegegegegege.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s:last saturday was my mother-in-law-to-be's birthday. so we went back to Shah Alam to celebrate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-3887519857033323074?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3887519857033323074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3887519857033323074' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3887519857033323074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3887519857033323074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2010/02/will-he-still-give-that-look-when-im-60.html' title='will he still give that look when I&apos;m 60?'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4361044094011156749</id><published>2010-01-01T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:19:04.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the journey #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the engagement part was even *wtf*. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tetibe something came out last minute the day before my engagement, aku dah tau dah sure ade bende mcm ni akan jd, that's why no ticket was bought earlier. so since aku mmg &lt;del&gt;workaholic  &lt;/del&gt;konon-konon nye tanak org tahu psl engagement tuh, aku pon buat lah keje tuh smp abes. aku blk dlm kol 7.30. *wtf*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;utk org yg tk penah tahu, bulan 12 ade Pesta Penang Sg Nibong. sebelah jer dgn stesen bas. Jem die tahap cipan. prjlnn aku dari opis ke stesen bas spttnye 5 minit jer, jdk 40 minit. *wtf*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;smp stesen bas, org-org tiket ckp bas g KL plg awal kol 12, "bas kol 8 td ade kosong dik tp.." *wtf wtf*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mule2 tunang aku taleh join our engagement, sbb die pon &lt;del&gt;workaholic&lt;/del&gt; tak nk bgtau colleague die jugak lagi,  tp keje Tuhan, lepas jer aku beli tiket bas larut mlm, tunang aku call ckp die boleh blk pulak, so pulang la kami nek DAL. road trip! weehooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atas penang bridge kol 10 lebey, sg perak kol 12 lebey. pakcik tu tido di petronas smp kol 1.30. aku sambung drive. shah alam kol 4 aku dah high gile. stop mamak sejam. kol 5 smp nusa rhu. rumah abg aku. kol 5lebey tido.  kol 8 bgn. anak sedare aku dtg kejut. "nanan bgn, nanan nk tunang ari ni" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aku tunang dgn mate panda. *typical* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tobat aku akan cite this tale of wtf moments to my many descendents to come, the how-i-met-your-mother style! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4361044094011156749?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4361044094011156749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4361044094011156749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4361044094011156749'/><link rel='self' 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combine the merisik+tunang and stripped it down to the basic. my dad said, March 2010, her mom said January 2010. the Nikah. *jawdropping, adrenaline popping kan?* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i ask them what's the rush? both sides answers are well, almost the same: parents aku ckp since tunang aku dah kerja di Penang, so they cuak we buat maksiat. as in THE maksiat. *wtf* seriously this whole ordeal is full of wtf moments. his mom's answer is well better than my mom lah kot. die ckp dah2 la tuh bwk anak dara org kehulu kehilir, bawak2 la kawin cepat2. seee.. comey sket kan jwpn nye daripada takut kamu kamu buat THE maksiat. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-1232631144632410729?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-308820119135158412</id><published>2010-01-01T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T03:06:24.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It started with that one innocent walk down queensbay mall late november 09, we stumbled upon Habib's 51 yr celebration sale, and he goes, hey let's get some rings. *wtf??* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ha klaka sgt la kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 ekor cincin ikut kitorg blk.the engagement ring, and our wedding bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ye ppl, that's how my tunang propose. spontaneity is our style bebeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-308820119135158412?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/308820119135158412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=308820119135158412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/308820119135158412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/308820119135158412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-started-with-that-one-innocent-walk.html' title='the beginning'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-7637306678956271438</id><published>2010-01-01T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T02:55:32.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm engaged!</title><content type='html'>2 words. tell more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-7637306678956271438?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/7637306678956271438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=7637306678956271438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7637306678956271438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7637306678956271438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-engaged.html' title='i&apos;m engaged!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-217632783906387587</id><published>2009-10-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T04:43:02.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IWantToHaveMyOwnLullaby!</title><content type='html'>i want to have my own lullaby.. like Bella does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoBoeg-oyBA&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/IoBoeg-oyBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok fine.. i may not be in a fantasy/romance novel world.. but even Lily from How I Met Your Mother has a lullaby! kamon.. it may NOT be as beautiful as Bella's lullaby, but still its soooo comel. hahaahahhaa.. LOL.. even &lt;i&gt;Ted pon kene ajak masuk skali.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W_13dsxwcCY&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/W_13dsxwcCY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshall may be a bit weird, but he's a cool guy, a cool weird kinda guy, like Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang theory, he's wayyy too queer for a real guy in a real world, but hey reality is geeks are HOT. well not Sheldon though. even Sheldon has a lullaby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-qra604RbU&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/N-qra604RbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i demand to have my own lullaby! hmm. *reality check* my mom said  always recite the "3-KUL" before you go to bed! now that's a worthwhile lullaby.. thanks mom! *hugs* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-217632783906387587?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/217632783906387587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=217632783906387587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/217632783906387587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/217632783906387587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/10/iwanttohavemyownlullaby.html' title='IWantToHaveMyOwnLullaby!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-42599586441071965</id><published>2009-10-21T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T07:31:33.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO YOU KNOW BELLA CULLEN? CHECK YOUR PERSONALITY BASED ON YOUR ANSWER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUESTION 1:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS YOUR CHROMOSOME?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) XX, GO TO QUESTION 2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) XY, GO TO QUESTION 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c) XXY, YOU DON'T EXIST, GO DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUESTION 2 :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU KNOW BELLA CULLEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) WHO THE HECK DOESN'T KNOW BELLA CULLEN??? PFFFT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Andika says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ARE hopelessly romantic and that's AWESOME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b) WHO THE F IS BELLA ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andika says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are independent woman who say things like "who needs men anyway?" you detest drama, and nvr believe in love-at-first-sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUESTION 3:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO YOU KNOW BELLA CULLEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a) WHO THE HECK DOESN'T KNOW BELLA CULLEN??? PFFFT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andika says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a BETA, sensitive and romantic. modern women are crazy over sensitive guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)  WHO THE F IS BELLA ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andika says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are a definite Alpha, you would say stuff like "romantic what???" and "Sensitive man is a wimp!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE QUIZ WAS BROUGHT TO YOU BY ANDIKA'VE BEEN TWILIGHTED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, I just lost my Twilight Virginity about 2 months ago, and I'm still going gaga over it. the truth is i was a bit skeptical with the whole twilight saga thing when it was showed in the cinema, heck it's just another teen flick..  last Raya, 5th Day of Raya to be exact, I dig my sis's PC for movies and stumbled upon Twilight, watched it, love it, erm OBSESSED about it, go online, googled twilight saga ebook free download, download all 4, finish NEW MOON and continue with ECLIPSE that very night, finish ECLIPSE the next morning and BREAKING DAWN in the evening.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am obsessed with paranormal romance novel. and Twilight saga is just it. It's not as dark as my favorite Dark series, the Carpathians from Christian Feehan. Its just nice. light. suitable for all.  Romance Novel lovers out there, if you havent finish the twilight saga books, you're a WIMP! &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/6703613819653038377-42599586441071965?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/42599586441071965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=42599586441071965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/42599586441071965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/42599586441071965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-know-bella-cullen-check-your.html' title='DO YOU KNOW BELLA CULLEN? CHECK YOUR PERSONALITY BASED ON YOUR ANSWER!!!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6506448215691075362</id><published>2009-10-12T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:28:22.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>imhappyimfeelinggladivegotsunshineinmyhead</title><content type='html'>when you're happy, everything seems to be fine. which is a perfectly good word when you put it in front of wine or dine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when ur work is in deep shit, everything is still ok, which is a perfectly good word when you put it in front of dokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the thing that made your day can be so trivial to the extend of LOLing at people's confusion with the newly-serviced-tight-as-hell-security door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously! its like being the camera in the Candid Camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6506448215691075362?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6506448215691075362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6506448215691075362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6506448215691075362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6506448215691075362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/10/imhappyimfeelinggladivegotsunshineinmyh.html' title='imhappyimfeelinggladivegotsunshineinmyhead'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-8695456458457016814</id><published>2009-09-07T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:53:59.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.nick-andika.com</title><content type='html'>helloooooooooooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry aku dh kurang updet disini.. kerana aku mempunyai belog or website baru.. yeah.. aku dgn Tupai dengan ini mahu membuat projek fotografi dgn series.. sepenuh masa.. erm.. mungkin tidak.. separuh masa? hmm.. mungkin! mungkin juge tidak.. mungkin sebagai hobi yg tegar dan professional.. motif kami dlm erti kata sebenar ialah kami ingin berkongsi kegembiraan anda di hujung minggu.. kami tangkap kegembiraan anda dan letak di dlm poket dan simpankan utk hari hujan dan juga utk hari tua.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami menawarkan khidmat fotografi segala menda.. baik famili, merisik, tunang, kawin, atau kawan.. atau mungkin kamu2 ingin cetak gmbr2 lama kamu yg sudah bersarang di dlm HD.. boleh.. kami boleh mengedit gambar2 lame anda dan seterusnya cetakkan mereka di dlm format custom album.. lebih senang utk belagak dgn kawan2 dan kaum keluarga bukan? tidakkah kamu lebih rela utk membaca buku paperback daripada berhadapan dengan e-book yg sungguh tidak mesra alam dan juga ergonomic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to summarize in a sentence, we cater to all of your photography needs.. porn and nude photos will not be entertain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do visit us at &lt;a href="http://www.nick-andika.com"&gt;www.nick-andika.com&lt;/a&gt; and leave us some comment candies!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly;&lt;br /&gt;www.nick-andika.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-8695456458457016814?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/8695456458457016814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=8695456458457016814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8695456458457016814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8695456458457016814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/09/wwwnick-andikacom.html' title='www.nick-andika.com'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6017922426705492183</id><published>2009-08-07T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T08:32:32.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kampung aku ade kfc drive-thru</title><content type='html'>aku ni name jer keje kat penang.. tp almost every weekend gi kl.. its good to see some familiar faces every now and then. tp balik kl tk rase mcm blk rumah. die tk homey.. die homey la jugak sbb ade loved ones.. gado2 ngn abang2 ngn adik aku dan setel dgn wii battle(ooyeah!!), gossip2 ngn akak2 aku(tahu tak remy tengku azuddin dating si ummi yg jdk adik nur yg gedik/comey tuh?? and favorite topic of all, ustat rock dgn wassini), men building blocks ngn aiman degil sambil menghafal stesen putra dari Kelana Jaya smp KLCC(aiman degil ade special affection ngn putra lrt..he's 4 and die memorize sume putra stations mengikut urutan), men kejar2 panjat2 ngn qiya comey(die ade lg byk parut dr abg die.. yeahh! dats my girl!!).. aah aku ade 2 org jer anak buah ank abg aku, kakak aku br kawin, so die mmg pressure gile sbb mak aku dok mintak cucu tetiap ari.. die tk leh pressure aku sbb asal die pandang jer aku dgn penuh makna.. aku ckp aku br lepas sekolah, masih beringus.. die terus diam.. tk sempat nk tny pon.. LOL. it works everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tp tuh la KL mcm tk ade kampung feel to it. mcm wahhhhh balik kampung.. hati sebak.. aah kat sini la aku 1st time eksiden kereta.. langgar bontot kete org.. kat sini la aku jatuh men polis entri want to jaga.. mcm wahhhh dh membgn nye dh kampung aku..walopon aku masih kene halau kambing dan lembu keluar dr kawasan rumah aku tp kampung aku dh ade kfc drive thru.. cool gile. mkn kfc smbil mengusha bakal2 doktor2.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next place yg aku rase ade homey feeling ialah Perak!! aku dok seri iskandar 5 thn.. aku rumet ngn budak Teluk Intan sepanjang 5 thn tersebut dan sepanjang tuh jugak lah aku bergelumang dengan kanak2 Teluk Intan. aku sentiase blk rumah diorg mcm tuh rumah aku.. buat mcm mak diorg tuh mak aku.. sesuka ati jer.. pintu 10, billion ngn fajar. kahkah. jauh2 dtg dr UTP sbb nk shopping kat Fajar. kl dh kampung tuh kampung la jugak kami ini. tp bg aku lah.. org Teluk Intan mmg BES. siyes! aku tk tipu.. makcik dan pakcik Teluk Intan sgt amat terlampau mesra dan sgt la baik.. urgh.. siyes rase mcm kampung sendirik. lagi satu sbb sume org ckp Perak dgn sgt affectionate nye.. aku rase homey sbb perak ade dialect sendirik kot.. mcm kltn.. rase mcm dinstict and rase mcm ade sense of belonging. and Teluk Intan punye kekampungness tuh mmg jitu. syabas Teluk Intan kerana berjaya menanam perasaan kampung dlm diriku. dan sbb tuh la aku suke sgt kawan ngn org teluk intan, die kampung girl, len ngn budak2 bando, ala mcm Dunia Baru vs. Gol &amp; Gincu. Gol &amp; Gincu is just too fake. like the current cheerleeding series/reality tv what??? kamon!! "I'm HOT and you're NOT, I'm JUMPING like MEGAN FOX, while u just sit there and WATCH! yayyyyy!!!" (kiddo, u're underage for GODsake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw. ade this one laksa place dekat Kuala Kangsar yg kene masuk jln kampung gileee.. tp tk sekampung kampung aku sbb kat kampung aku kalo nk nek ghetok(jambatan) sume org kene trn kete.. sbb ghetok tuh dh tua..nnt roboh.. oh skarang diorg dh tuka dh laa.. imagine kalo kereta berselisih.. maka masuk la ghok kereta2 torsebut. ok bck to the laksa place, haaa.. rase kampungness kat situ mmg genuine nk mati, kl aku dok situ tobat bgn sebelom ayam jantan berkokok just to breathe in the morning air dgn bckgrnd music lagu yusof Islam/Cat Stevens Morning has broken.. like the firt morning..(oh u guys should read on how Cats Steven convert jdk muslim.. nih real &amp; genuine story bukan fiction mcm cite Neil Armstrong). oh area kampung ni lah kampung Nur Kasih tuh. sawah mcm star star jer ijau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok dah. kene gi packing. nk blk KL mlm ni. tak. bukan balik. pegi KL. kakak aku nk pinjam camera. ade ke nk pinjam camera dgn adik die yg kat penang? of all ppl? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6017922426705492183?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6017922426705492183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6017922426705492183' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6017922426705492183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6017922426705492183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/08/kampung-aku-ade-kfc-drive-thru.html' title='kampung aku ade kfc drive-thru'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2538420052080205676</id><published>2009-08-03T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:55:59.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yiuu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i493.photobucket.com/albums/rr294/zharifzakaria/wangerwonkabesar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 196px;" src="http://i493.photobucket.com/albums/rr294/zharifzakaria/wangerwonkacopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2538420052080205676?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2538420052080205676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2538420052080205676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2538420052080205676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2538420052080205676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='yiuu!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2507924190824289253</id><published>2009-08-03T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:04:34.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>debufdebafwalawalabingbang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/3ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/3ride.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/img_3297copy-1024x682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/img_3297copy-1024x682.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;my peberet photographer right now is max wanger. here's the chain reaction on how i got to know this awfully wicked guy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theblogisfound.com/"&gt;Image Is Found&lt;/a&gt; (awesomeness photog couple with the cutest kids on earth!) --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jessicaclaire.net/"&gt;Jessica Claire&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.jasminestarblog.com/"&gt;Jasmine Star&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; US 2009 top 10 photographer --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.maxwangerblog.com/"&gt;Max Wanger!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;(all listed photogs are super-FABulous!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;One day, one of his buddy back in college ask him to photograph her engagement session, so he ask me about my reference photographer, then i gave him Wanger's link, and he instantaniously fell deeply in love with Mr Wanger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;He fell so deeply in love with this guy to the extend of trying all his might to imitate Wanger's post processing, and he might've got it right. i think. well almost right. erm he said he personalized it abit according to his erm style/preference(&lt;i&gt;baik punye kaver&lt;/i&gt;), thus the slight difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;so he let me in on the secret of Wanger ultimate &lt;i&gt;debufdebafwalawalabingbang&lt;/i&gt; post processing wonder, and here's my result!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Sna1tiVquWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jlRQhBOdUSs/s1600-h/wanger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Sna1tiVquWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jlRQhBOdUSs/s400/wanger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;ade la kot sikit2 same ngn gmbr2 Wanger&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt;tapi&lt;/i&gt; i know there are more to it than this(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aku pakai p&amp;amp;s aku kot kah kah.. mmg la tk same&lt;/span&gt;), because I'm using Gimp rather than photoshop, thus no color selection option, and im not that familiar with Gimp. hmm. &lt;i&gt;buruk gileeee&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;nth&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;rase nye same aje ngn gmbr2 aku sebelom nih. bengong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;this is his version of wanger&lt;i&gt;. mcm blublagbeng jer. &lt;/i&gt;that's the photo that I took! so i guess i can take a wee bit credit in that. see the diffference! this photo was taken with a freaking 50 2.8. what do u xpect? plus the lighting's different. Blurgh..&lt;i&gt; ok2.. akhirnya aku surrender lah. &lt;/i&gt;he's really good in post-processing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Snd1UsEzTJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/InhKUFg-csY/s1024/wangerwonka.jpg;view=att&amp;amp;th=122e270af2fe73ca&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;realattid=f_fxxshjqm0&amp;amp;zw"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 233px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=c07d7a9a0d&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=122e270af2fe73ca&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=inline&amp;amp;realattid=f_fxxshjqm0&amp;amp;zw" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/6703613819653038377-2507924190824289253?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2507924190824289253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2507924190824289253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2507924190824289253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2507924190824289253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/08/debufdebafwalawalabingbang.html' title='debufdebafwalawalabingbang'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Sna1tiVquWI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jlRQhBOdUSs/s72-c/wanger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1048170778336768367</id><published>2009-07-30T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:15:52.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost killed a guy today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;dramatic huh? haha.. no lah. hmm. it was actually, come to think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so here goes the story, was rushing for my 9am meeting this morning, so here i was being as civilised as i can be without lifting my feet off the gas pedal, kah kah!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then at this one traffic light, the light's turning yellow, and i was about 5 meters away from the white line, i look at the other lane, the car stopped, it was not yet red, kamon, yellow means "hit that gas dudes, hit it!" so i hit the gas, amidst feeling weird why that car in the other lane stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly, out of no-freaking-where, there was a &lt;i&gt;matrempit&lt;/i&gt; in front of my car, like less than 2 meters away, i was still &lt;i&gt;mamai&lt;/i&gt; at that time, so my subconscious took over, and my reflex hit the brake,  (&lt;i&gt;nasib&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;baik&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;i just changed my brake oil last week, if not then that guy gone case d. ok NOT supposed to think about it!)  and nothing happen. Alhamdulillah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weh oink-oink kamon!!! my light's not RED yet, and it is WAY WAY impossible that your light's already GREEN! yellow light took about 3 seconds min, and then there will be extra 3 seconds interval before the other light turns green. dude 6 seconds!! lame tuh! enough for my dear Bergkamp to engineered and scored a goal! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;typical PENANGITE!! b&lt;i&gt;wk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; motor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;mcm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;pakai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;kepale&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;lutut&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;aaaaaaa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt; Penang IS the birthplace of all Rempits. before this, i never really care about &lt;i&gt;Rempit&lt;/i&gt;, they nvr bothers me, do ur stunt, if it turns ugly, then its ur lost, u lost ur life, nothing whatsoever gotta do with me. But this morning changed my perspective, it BOTHERS me if i were the murderer who drag him 10 feet across the road, and I can nvr ever looked in the mirror again. that guilt will lingers forever, even though I honestly know that it were NOT my fault. i'll be drowned with all those what-ifs for the rest of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the reality hits me a few seconds later, i could have killed that guy! then only the goosebumps came. then comes the rage. next thing i know i shakily grabbed my phone, press the green button twice, and 10 seconds later, every thing's fine, back to normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: &lt;i&gt;pantun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; 4 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;kerat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;pada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;hari&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ini&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u fill me up with sunshine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me everything is fine, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn u're way too kind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for some geeky 5 foot 9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-1048170778336768367?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1048170778336768367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1048170778336768367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1048170778336768367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1048170778336768367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-almost-killed-guy-today.html' title='I almost killed a guy today'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4190251580802568059</id><published>2009-07-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:04:33.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>ade lah tuh hikmah die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;kl something jadik, sure org ckp, "dah takdir", "qada qadar lah najwa", "everything happens for a reason", "ade lah tuh hikmah die".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selase lepas, smp dr KL kol 5 pagi, so aku bgn lmbt gi keje sbb super penat, akhirnya work from home smp kol 10. aku tgh mkn2 koko krunch, bersila kat bwh, sambil *ketap ketap* reply email bos, skali mahu bgn amik air, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*kerappppppp* jeans aku koyak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beyond repair. taklah! bukan kat situ, kat peha blkg knn. there goes my feveret jeans. *sigh* byk kenangan dgn jeans itu. jeans tuh la jeans plg comfy dlm sejarah jeans idup aku. bought it with my 2 besties dekat penang time intern, buat macam2 bende pelik ngn jeans ni, meredah utan belantara, masuk laut, nek traktor, nek bukit teh, bwk gi keje tiap2 ari dan macam2 lagi. ptt la die koyak, die bukan jeans for all terrain(wujud ke? ade kot yg mcm Mcleod's daughter pakai), aku gi belasah die macam2. kesian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gi keje. then aku kene install dengan configure satu machine. aku pon screw sane sini. terkangkang sane, terkangkang sini, bgn duduk bgn duduk, tolak sane, tarik sini, pastuh aku terpikir, aah la, nasib baik aku WFH td, kl terus gi keje, mau nye jeans tuh terkoyak kat lab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nightmare at Elm street la jadik nye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2014/2341421959_6be82c3bd6.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye bye jeansy. run wild and run free. :|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4190251580802568059?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4190251580802568059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4190251580802568059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4190251580802568059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4190251580802568059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/07/ade-lah-tuh-hikmah-die.html' title='ade lah tuh hikmah die'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2963500466243127259</id><published>2009-07-08T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T07:43:22.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><title type='text'>the head scarves effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;yesterday during lunch, my project lead, he's an expat from India btw, suddenly went "Are you ok if i ask some personal and a bit erm sensitive question?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; i gave my "no problemo just shoot" face. and he went, "which sect of Islam are u in?" then i blurted out a question that clearly showed how blur and shallow i am "my sect as in school, hanafi,shafie or sect as in shia, sunni?" *bodo nye aku!!* "are u a Shia,Sunni,wahhabi?" "oh!!" *dabel bodoh la najwa* " all of Malaysian Muslims are Sunni by right, since its the Arabs that converts us but not the persian, Iranian right they called themselves nowadays?, not to say that we follow the Arabs blindly, there are a few Shia followers in Malaysia, we fully understand the concept behind Sunni and Shia, we are taught in school on that"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then he explain that in India, women wear the Hijab according to their sect, all of the Shia women wears the burqa/niqab while the Sunni wears the standard hijab(i might get this mixed up) and some other i-nvr-heard-of-sects wear different kind of hijab. that's how they differentiate their sect. I was totally horrified when i heard it. No wonder they always quarrel and fight and kill each other over there. they're not supposed to separate ppl like that, all of us are still Muslims inspite our different concepts. we need integration instead of differentiation. I speak my mind on that. and he agreed. He says he was quite surprised on how different the Malaysian Muslims are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the question caught me by surprise actually, not to say that im uncomfortable with it, im more than ok, im pleased actually if ppl would like to know more about my religion, the thing is why he came and ask me now when can ask me about it 2 months ago, its not as if i just started wearing the Hijab. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was browsing through the Xinjiang riot news when i stumbled upon(pun indeed intended) France new PM Nicolas Sarcozy announcement a few weeks back that Burqa is not welcome in France, more details &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/5603070/Nicolas-Sarkozy-burqa-not-welcome-in-France.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. they are going to ban burqa in France. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now everything falls to place. oh! that's the reason behind his question. Im not an extremist, I wont wear the burqa, not in a thousand years, but to ban ppl from wearing it? that is just too extreme. there shouldnt be a law on what you should and shouldnt wear. human rights? freedom of expression? what part of that dont u understand? plus its you guys who condemn your neighbour for enforcing certain race to wear the yellow star on their chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pot calling the kettle's black. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: just some illustration for those who doesnt know what niqab/burqa/hijab means and some other type of head scarves worn by Muslims.  bg kite muslim mesia, ade 3 jer kot, tudung, purdah, tudung labuh. haa itu ajer le. tambah satu lg la, selendang. tp bukan selendang Datuk Siti iye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/europe_muslim_veils/img/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/europe_muslim_veils/img/3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/europe_muslim_veils/img/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://news.bbc.co.uk/nol/shared/spl/hi/pop_ups/05/europe_muslim_veils/img/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image courtesy of BBC News in Graphics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2963500466243127259?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2963500466243127259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2963500466243127259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2963500466243127259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2963500466243127259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/07/head-scarves-effect.html' title='the head scarves effect'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2803801110950791583</id><published>2009-07-05T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T06:48:57.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magicku lenyap</title><content type='html'>the camera has been put on the shelf for a long long time.it's time to take it for a ride. it must be the dust, or i guess i just lost my magic. aku merapu tepu lg. dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SlChhSabIXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aljrSev92wI/s1600-h/100ND70S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SlChhSabIXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aljrSev92wI/s400/100ND70S.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blending in..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SlCr9U9uEAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/chscVBL9UXc/s1600-h/100ND70S1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SlCr9U9uEAI/AAAAAAAAAEU/chscVBL9UXc/s400/100ND70S1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;magic eight ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2803801110950791583?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2803801110950791583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2803801110950791583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2803801110950791583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2803801110950791583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/07/camera-has-been-put-on-shelf-for-long.html' title='magicku lenyap'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SlChhSabIXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aljrSev92wI/s72-c/100ND70S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-201440939473992088</id><published>2009-06-30T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:07:32.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>my first wiinjury!</title><content type='html'>yeah. got myself a wii. FINALLY. after drooling about it for almost a year and a half. *lame*. I only have the chance to fully utilized it last night, 10 rounds of boxing (im half way to pro level btw. wohooo!!), 10 rounds of tennis best of 5(im always were and always will be lousy in tennis i guess), a few rounds of golf, baseball, bowling, table tennis, badminton, fencing, go-kart, darts, and a few more i-cannot-rmmmbr-what sports, and what do i know? i sweat like a pig after 3 hours playing. no kidding. i sweat more than i did in my belly-dance class. it was awe-so-freakingly-some.. effing great!! I drench my shirt with sweat.. now that is what i called SPORTS from the comfort of your home!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know the feeling when you shower after you break some sweats, its like u've being resurrected, re energize like nothing can bring u down. yeah I love that feeling. after i showered, i managed to assembled the writing table all by myself, its not from IKEA with those easy breezy assembling, if u're wondering, its one of those cheapo compressed-wood-chips writing table from Giant and it requires a lot of energy to hand-screw 8 freaking screws into 4 freaking wood panel at the same time, it was honestly my first Hulk moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at how Wii was able to bring out the HUlk in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning, and my whole upper body ache like *hell*. muscle-pain. you know the muscle pain after playing a sport u never tried or not played in a long time? yeah that thing, it's my first Wiinjury! hoorayy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-201440939473992088?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/201440939473992088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=201440939473992088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/201440939473992088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/201440939473992088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-first-wiinjury.html' title='my first wiinjury!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3706505438194491546</id><published>2009-06-24T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:23:19.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>"bukan zaman surat cintan letak bedak la bengap!"</title><content type='html'>aku emo ari ni. kelas unix was fun. but a friend of mine spoilt it. die suh aku ajar assignment kelas satu satu dan satu kat dia.basically aku kn buat assignment die. smp aku ttgl cikgu aku ajar. almost all the way to the end. sbb aku kn mengajar die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"miss Ayub, nape muke ko merah tahan marah? hik hik!" dem Karena perli kat IM. "aku pms.. ko senyap! LOL". seb baek aku mampu lg utk gelak. tkpe ajar org berkat. rezeki murah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abes kelas, balik cube aku. wah damai. bleh wat keje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk smp 10 minit. sean dtg. "Najwa u finished early..good! i secured 2 boards for our probing.. let's go and probe those DDR2 bastards!,we nd to do it by this week" aku tgk die. wat muke blur. weh oink oink, THAT IS YOUR JOB!!!! dont make it as if its MINE! cant u at least ask nicely? "oh u have alot of things to do eh? erm maybe we do it later in the afternoon.. how's that sound?" "Sounds GREAT! catcha later!" blk ngadap laptop aku. nasib baik ko phm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tk smp sejam stgh. *trrttt trrrttt* fon vibrate. "yellow~" "hey Najwa, have u seen the working CB boards?" those are YOUR boards, YOU own those!! i only own XL ok? "yeah.. it's lying somewhere on the rack. why do u nd a CB anyway? just use the XL boards, we hv plenty of those. its the same thing anyway"(toneless me replied) "NO we nd CB!!" wtf. "i'll be there in 10"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minit. "Najwa good u're here. what happen to the BIOS burner.. something's wrong!!" wtf. tgk tgk. u put the wrong socket. and u chose the wrong device. "ok burn a CB bios for me.." sejak bile aku jadi assistant ko weh?? "can u call YW and tell her we nd the CB board back". "i dont hv her no". aku wat muke bodo burn bios, die gi sibok2 suh org laen call YW. mcm taleh bwat sdrik jer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku amik bios chip sumbat dlm CB board, turn on, system booted up fine. aku gi kat die.btw. die suh colleague aku yg busy tahap otromen-di-medan-perang-dgn-led-tgh-kelip2 IM YW. what kinda stupid guy are u? why cant u DO it YOURSELF? and with a loud voice aku ckp "we have one healthy board. booted fine!" he said " are u sure? there's no BIOS in there.. did u realised that there's no BIOS in there?" i just look at him and said "go and look at it urself!" ape die ingat aku ni bodo tahap zombie ke? tkde BIOS boleh booted? bayi kecik br kluaq perut mak seminggu pon tahu laaaaaaaaa... nih zaman facebook.. bukan nye zaman surat cintan letak bedak la bengap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeah it works!" *BAH!* "but we nd another one!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;die kalut2 gi burn another bios, aku kluarkan bios dlm working board, taruk dlm another board, sumbat power supply, turn on, system stuck. dem. aku gi carik another board. die dtg. "oh i already tried that but it didnt work~" aku amik board tuh.. sumbat working bios ngn power supply. tekan power button. elok jer system booted up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh well it works now!~" aku senyum kat die. bg 2 boards tuh kat die. and blah. tk smp 10 minit pon dh selesai kerja, tanpa mengganggu ketenteraman org laen.. len kali bwat sdrik bleh tak? what are your MASTERS and DEGREE from a well known US uni for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku blk tempat aku. tgk meje Oden ade turkish delight. aku amik. mkn. keje. mkn. mkn. mkn. Karena gelak. "ade biawak besar duh.. tgh panas dgn incik sean.. hahahaha". dem. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Suthai dtg mintak tlg. die nk pinjam XL board. mintak aku setupkan. elok jer die ckp. aku pon terus cair. aku bukan takat setupkan.. siap runkan test terus. kl tny aku elok2 tkde la aku jadi singa perempuan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suthai gelak2 tiba2.. "Najwa2.." die tunjuk skrin laptop die. Sean IM die tny whether aku dh blk ke belom? oh td aku restart laptop tk sempat nk login. aku dh taleh tahan gelak. rupenye sume org tahu aku tgh panas ngn die. hahahaha.. padan muke. sume org tahu ko tk reti burn bios ngn turn on board. hahahahahahahahahaahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way nk ke laptop aku.. oden ckp.. "weh sean carik ko.. die suh ko call die" mampos aku nk call die.. die ingat die bos aku? login laptop.. aku im die.. "wassup? looking for me?" "yeah just wondering whether u want to setup the TLA today or tomorrow?" ade hati die nk suh aku wat keje lagi? "let's just do it tomorrow.. its already 6.15 and KL's pretty busy right now" and he goes.."hahhaha.. ok2" and i replied with a ":)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori. entry emo. aku pms. ade pulak org carik psl dgn aku. and believe me. im not the only one having issues with him. EVERYONE ade issue ngn die. that's why everybody understands. thank GOD! aku mcm tk sabar2 tunggu bulan puasa. mcm mane la agak nye ye aku nk sabar ngn die 30hari berturut2?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-3706505438194491546?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3706505438194491546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3706505438194491546' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3706505438194491546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3706505438194491546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/06/bukan-zaman-cintan-letak-bedak-la.html' title='&quot;bukan zaman surat cintan letak bedak la bengap!&quot;'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6193302898473609517</id><published>2009-06-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:40:08.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>nth la</title><content type='html'>hari ni lab aku sejuk luarbiasa, rasa macam dok dalam freezer.. dan aku bukannya exaggerate, bukti nye exhibit a) kopi panas tahap melecur aku sejuk mcm iced-coffee sesudah di abandon selama beberapa minit, exhibit b) aku dah pakai 3-piece dh (spaghetti, shirt, cardi ok?) pon masih perlu memakai sweater merah yg aku curi dari matle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingat tak cerita "i can see dead people".. dia cakap kalau ada "dead people" around, temperature akan drop tahap tidak masuk akal? cakap pon boleh keluar asap. hmm.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;colleague aku cakap di kala malam hari, dia selalu dengar org cakap-cakap kat lab aku, hebat bendalah tu, boleh cakap melayu, cina, omputeh, tapi dgr mcm sayup2 aje.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan dia seorang jer dengar, malah semua org yg kerja selepas detik 12mlm/pagi. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku baru aje nk brag dekat budak2 petronas, "hantu lab aku lg hebat dari hantu kibod klcc!!! bwahahaa" datang spoiler dari kawan aku, suara2 itu sebenarnye safety announcement security psg kat lab PD lepas kol 12pg/mlm(kwsn lab opis aku ade 3 layer, outermost layer; security,  kat tgh2; lab PD, innermost layer baru lab aku, aku kene scan 3 pintu nk smp ke lab aku, ade la rasa macam keje kat fox river skit2.) dats wai suara itu sayup2 kedengaran dalam 3 bahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rasa imaginasi aku terlampau tinggi utk umur aku la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6193302898473609517?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6193302898473609517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6193302898473609517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6193302898473609517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6193302898473609517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/06/nth-la.html' title='nth la'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2246151802089747441</id><published>2009-06-08T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T05:46:42.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>the parking space story</title><content type='html'>last week, on a one fine day, aku blk lmbt and balik2 ade org curik parking space aku!!! damn it!! and die tk pegi keje pulak 2 hari. urghh.. aku kene parking jauh gile for that 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn this parking space thing is just like a relationship..seriously! i came out with a list on how a parking space resembles a relationship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 -  If u have a Camry and ur parking space only can fit a Kancil, it is expected for ur Camry to received scratches here and there. ppl might accidentally bang ur door, well dont be mad at them or your parking space. ur camry is NOT supposed to be there.. it needs a bigger space. you need to find a new parking space and give the space to a much needed car, ie kelisa or kancil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 -  if your parking space is pretty convenient, ie. it's right next to the lift, trust me, it wont be yours for long, it wont even last for a day, so if you get ur hand on these kind of parking space, mark it as yours, paid big bucks for it, and put a HUGE label that says "reserved for WTH 444" and chained it. but hey if its the same case as #1, just stick to the parking space that suited you the most, maybe u nd the extra walk afterall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - dont be mad when ppl steal your parking space,blame it on ur self, u shoul've mark it as yours! bought it. reserved it. chained it. and do the the annoying honking when somebody stole urs, go and knock on their doors and made them move their car! u gotta show some authority!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - ur car is not happy when it is being parked at a bumpby, rocky, parking space, u have to go and made some changes, ie, maybe paved it, and build a roof over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - some ppl like to change their parking space everyday, never satisfied with one, accidentally stole others spaces, but that's how they like it. they are not ready to settle down yet, they never will i guess. tapi kalau parking space dh full mcm mane? terpakse la mereka2 ini parking di luar pagar, wahahahahaha.. padan muke tkde pakgad nk jage ko punye kete. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku merepek tahap.. haha. oh the wedding season is here again.. tapi setelah di usha2, radar aku tk catch any hensem boy at sight, aku dh tkde ati nk stray around. seriously! damn! one step ahead in becoming a full-blown mak-mak type. *nightmare* but im kinda liking it. he he he.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2246151802089747441?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2246151802089747441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2246151802089747441' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2246151802089747441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2246151802089747441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/06/parking-space-story.html' title='the parking space story'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3452107545173808069</id><published>2009-05-27T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T06:09:23.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s you tube choice of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>dimana air mata dan mukus bersatu</title><content type='html'>3 sappy crappy things that made my eyes watery(dimana air mata dan hingus bersatu) this month! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) kite runner&lt;br /&gt;- this movie made me cry like a baby. He called while i was watching it, he was like, "you just made a joke like nothing's wrong, but i know that u're crying.. waddup??" and he goes "u're crying over some movie conjured up by the western kutuking the Taliban?? how's that sad???" go and watch it. u'll understand. luckily i didnt read the book.or else swollen eyes for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my mom&lt;br /&gt;- I once was so busy that i did not see her for 4 months, i did not even missed her, not for one bit, because I know that she's not that far away from me. But once she travels out of the country, the damn sappy homesick dream started, and i woke up crying like a 13 yr old hostel newbie. damn the  mother and child bond.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Connie Talbot&lt;br /&gt;- Susan Boyle did give me goosebumps(all through the show) when she sings CAT's Melody, but this little cutesy lady made me reached for Premier's tissue when she finished the first line of wizard of oz's over the rainbow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MndLRdPsuJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/MndLRdPsuJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6703613819653038377-3452107545173808069?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3452107545173808069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3452107545173808069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3452107545173808069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3452107545173808069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/05/dimana-air-mata-dan-mukus-bersatu.html' title='dimana air mata dan mukus bersatu'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-8644042887109321855</id><published>2009-05-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:54:14.810-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s you tube choice of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>relive your youth folks with garfunkel and oates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cegC5vS4DuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/cegC5vS4DuA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching this video is like walking down my own memory lane. its the 90s all over again. LOL. all of them are my "growing up" songs. breakfast at tiffany's? the worst song in the world? kamon! and drops of jupiter? semi charmed life? *sigh* i just saw my youth flew by.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna Lewis - I Love You Always Forever&lt;br /&gt;Third Eye Blind - Semi-Charmed Life&lt;br /&gt;Paula Cole - I Don't Want to Wait&lt;br /&gt;Next - Too Close&lt;br /&gt;Six Pence None The Richer - Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;Color Me Badd - I Wanna Sex You Up&lt;br /&gt;Aqua - Barbie Girl&lt;br /&gt;Deep Blue Something - Breakfast At Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough&lt;br /&gt;Rednex - Cotton Eye Joe&lt;br /&gt;Paula Abdul - Rush, Rush&lt;br /&gt;The Police - Every Breath You Take&lt;br /&gt;Donna Lewis - I Love You Always Forever&lt;br /&gt;Train - Drops Of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know at least one song from this medley, either u are underage, or u just one of those sad ppl who didnt listen to the radio. *poor you*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-8644042887109321855?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/8644042887109321855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=8644042887109321855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8644042887109321855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8644042887109321855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/05/reliving-your-youth-with-garfunkel-and.html' title='relive your youth folks with garfunkel and oates!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6181281965637966521</id><published>2009-05-12T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:34:13.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s family gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>mum's the music</title><content type='html'>i have this in my mind everytime i listen to the radio, what's wrong with today's music, its all about sex, violent, dirty words, and sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the tunes are quite catchy but when u listened hard for the lyric u go, yeahh kinky~ but wait a minute, im 24 its ok for me to say that, im an adult d(well kind of), but what if i have a 10 year old daughter(im thinking like a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;makcik!!&lt;/span&gt;) and she listens to these kind of tunes, and start asking me *mommy what does fuckface means?*  i'll go berserk! and i have to do the bird and the bees talk when she starts school at the tender age of 7.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ok dah merapik&lt;/span&gt;. what's more &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;merapik&lt;/span&gt; is when she's 4 years old and starts to sing-along to some dirty hip hop song.. and the first word she says is F*** u! ohmyGod its the end of the world. (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;imagination aku tinggi pulak ari ni!&lt;/span&gt;). seriously. remember the angry tenant clip, the cute kid that swears a lot at will ferrell? haaaa... see its not just my imagination.. its happening already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ok dah merapu tepu&lt;/span&gt;, back to the main point, back in the 90s, we have boybands that sing mushy-oh-so-romantic-love songs, even the 80s rockstar sings hardcore romantic songs, november rain anybody? even nirvana songs are not straight forward dirty! we do have our own sex-symbol,madonna with like a virgin, only the adult understand it(and if my kid ask me what does virgin means i'll say it means pure, and undisturbed! ha ha ha!), and late 90s we have the girl group era, spice girls!  they are sexy but still decent, and their songs are well suited for their target listeners, and All Saints and TLC, oh boy, they are Great! pure talent! compared to the damn pussycatdolls that only rely on their body.even Britney and Christina started out innocent. *sigh* well the biggest transformation of all would be, kylie minogue lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just realised that i am more influenced by the british pop culture rather than the americans. ha ha ha. the Corrs will always be my favorite. our generation turns out ok because we are influenced by goody good music.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ok my point being is, if these obnoxious songs, hip hop and what not, still reigns in the local radio stations, i dont know how im going to raise up my kids. *sigh* and it makes me wonder how my mom being superwoman enough to bring up all 4 of her daughters, and we all turned out to be more than ok. well the other 3 that is, i'm a wee bit screwed up in the head. im really seriously proud of her! *still in mother's day mood* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: spent the weekend with mom and my sister. they turned me into a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;makcik&lt;/span&gt; monster!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6181281965637966521?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6181281965637966521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6181281965637966521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6181281965637966521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6181281965637966521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/05/mums-music.html' title='mum&apos;s the music'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3800447103778147400</id><published>2009-05-07T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:55:07.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s you tube choice of the week'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>the musical scrubs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEYcfHoWm2s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/QEYcfHoWm2s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh im crazy about this hey ya outkast cover done by Ted from Scrubs. haha. turns out that, that cover was originally done by Obadiah Parker.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(nk blaja men lagu nih!! aku cappo gitar aku dgn ape? getah gelang bley?)&lt;/span&gt; this one of those cover songs that I favor more than the originals. ie. Emma Diegment Just Dance(lady gaga who?)! owh it turns out that Ted little acapella group in Scrubs is actually a real acapella group called The Blank. Expect the unexpected huh? just like Kutner from House/Kumar from Harold &amp; Kumar commit suicide in House MD because he secured a juicy job with Obama. What are the odds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd Gooch(Kate Micucci), Ted's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;buah hati&lt;/span&gt; is an actual ukulele player (d'oh). All of her songs have that cutesy feel and she does look like one of those gummy bears in Star Wars. Look at those eyes!! *sigh* here she is with ted doing a "I Like You" song. in the original song, the end part, the "screw you" it supposed to be "f*** you". damn! cute song also can be so dirty ha? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w58uc6NjvmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/w58uc6NjvmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6703613819653038377-3800447103778147400?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3800447103778147400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3800447103778147400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3800447103778147400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3800447103778147400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/05/musical-scrubs.html' title='the musical scrubs'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4101408463187257877</id><published>2009-05-05T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:59:06.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>things that annoys me..</title><content type='html'>1) ppl who actually stroll down a busy street taking their own sweet time doing it. kamon~ i know u want to strut ur stuff to the world but the truth is even the aneroxic girls on the runaway strut their way faster than you! the truth is dear,u are slowing down the traffic!! this is NOT i repeat NOT the damn park where u can go and have a stroll while playing that comel-comel-konon-manja thing with ur so called partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) love birds with too much public affection. ok2 so u're in LOVE, the WHOLE world will know it just by looking at ur vibrant-oh-so-bahagia face, so what's the deal with hugging, kissing, foddling, foddling!! in public? im tired of answering my nephew questions about these issues. so please pretty please end my misery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "old maid" who not just being young at heart, but actually think she's still in her 20s. leggings, tanks, shorts, minis, wut?? grannie puhlezz, leggings are NOT, NOT, i repeat NOT for miss cellulite, its for those skinny ladies. so let's stick to the normal pants shall we? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) fyi Penang is the island of rempits. and i do mean that. rempits are everywhere. and they basically OWN the road. motorist stays on the left side, that's the rule!!! not in the MIDDLE of the road or the RIGHT side of the road. plus they do make signal lights for motorcycles. so please freakingly please use them and stop honking ppl when its ur freaking fault, plus u're not as huge as a freaking bus for Godsake, so scale down ur EGO!! oh wth. im talking about the rempits here. *pointless*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4101408463187257877?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4101408463187257877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4101408463187257877' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4101408463187257877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4101408463187257877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-annoys-me.html' title='things that annoys me..'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2999097162131539264</id><published>2009-04-30T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:10:05.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pelik</title><content type='html'>Setiap kali aku pulang ke rumah dlm lingkungan jam 730mlm ke 830mlm, aku akan terserempak dengan seorang pakcik tua dengan seorang budak lelaki berpegang tangan, jalan-jalan ambil angin di sekitar apartment aku. Pakcik tuh pakai baju dengan seluar pendek yg sama dan budak lelaki tuh pakai baju tidur(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;) yang sama. setiap kali. ni aku tak tipu. baik betul pakcik tuh bawa cucu dia jalan-jalan maghrib2 ni. pastuh aku teringat satu benda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pintu lif aku ada lukisan(lukisan ke ukiran ke aku pon tk tahu nak panggil apa) seorang dewasa pegang tangan dengan seseorang budak. lukisan nya hanya figura orang tak ada air muka pun. mengikut figura nya lelaki lah jantina mereka. nih bukan lukisan kotor, nih lukisan bersih. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. bulu roma aku dah mula naik. pastuh aku baru teringat. aku pernah terserempak dengan mereka dalam lif, ade makcik dengan ramah nya borak2 dengan budak tuh.. dalam mandarin (dulu belajar mandarin cukup2 makan nak pas, aku memang tak paham langsung! yang aku phm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;meyo meyo&lt;/span&gt;. memang tak boleh diharap).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa yang penting.. figura di pintu lif aku adalah projek seni(art project) pakcik dan cucu nya bukan lah kisah angker yang cuba di gembar gemburkan oleh imaginasi aku yg menginginkan keterujaan(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;excitement!&lt;/span&gt;).  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;oh bummer~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: nanti lah aku ambilkan gambar figura yg sungguh angker itu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2999097162131539264?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2999097162131539264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2999097162131539264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2999097162131539264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2999097162131539264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/04/pelik.html' title='pelik'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-8361003634158293086</id><published>2009-04-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T08:44:14.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>you know u're a geek when...</title><content type='html'>1) u dig csi more than gossip girls. watching dramas is like watching paint drying on the wall. and the episode where grissom left LV crime lab makes u cry like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) u dig house md and u find sarcasm's sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) u are more like the guys from big bang theory rather than Blair Waldorf(you're a true geek if u dont know who Blair Waldorf is). plus big bang theory cracks u up always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) u are more like ted moesby, the nerdy architect mixed with Marshall Eriksen the environmental-friendly lawyer rather than some cast from sex in the city crazy over shoes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) u're as workaholic as JD and Turk, ur office is ur home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) u're offline only when u're asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) u dont have any facebook, myspace, all those community network account because u are soo paranoid over identity theft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) u can spend hours and hours in bookstore browsing through all kind of genres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) ur idea of a perfect weekend is spending time at home with ur loved one with racks full of great books and hard disk full of TV series and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) you laughed out loud, seriously loud when reading Dilbert comic strips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) your dating hotspot is the bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) u find geeks sexy. definitely sexier than the 6 packs guys or the oh-so-overrated-jap-korean-HK-wuteva hunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) google is your best friend!!(this one's a classic!) when u do define: more than 10 times a day, or google earth everytime u want to go to a new place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) u can read 64bits binary code without help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i'll add more later on. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-8361003634158293086?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/8361003634158293086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=8361003634158293086' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8361003634158293086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8361003634158293086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-ure-geek-when.html' title='you know u&apos;re a geek when...'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6808158855527004053</id><published>2009-04-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:55:06.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s photo'/><title type='text'>a senario funfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SevtHSLFU-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/f1iXQNjqHIc/s1600-h/223CANON1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SevtHSLFU-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/f1iXQNjqHIc/s400/223CANON1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SewCuWhu5JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_clLIE6Yvb8/s1600-h/224CANON.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SewCuWhu5JI/AAAAAAAAAEE/_clLIE6Yvb8/s400/224CANON.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://localhost:2190/2077eeaea1200666e7423438c54ef1df/image/cc7cba6aa0d28cca.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://localhost:2190/2077eeaea1200666e7423438c54ef1df/image/cc7cba6aa0d28cca.jpg?size=400' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SevosW8n6rI/AAAAAAAAADs/BJFM3F9Fmsc/s1600-h/Collages5.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SevosW8n6rI/AAAAAAAAADs/BJFM3F9Fmsc/s400/Collages5.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke fun-fair belakang rumah aku. ajak sue-anne dengan oden, teringat fun fair tahun 80an.. ala2 fun fair dlm senario the movie. haha. aku dapat hadiah pedang pink lepas main dart. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;noted that i've gotten big. penang's been treating me good.&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6808158855527004053?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6808158855527004053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6808158855527004053' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6808158855527004053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6808158855527004053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/04/senario-funfair.html' title='a senario funfair'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SevtHSLFU-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/f1iXQNjqHIc/s72-c/223CANON1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2072688672947108714</id><published>2009-04-11T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:12:14.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s photo'/><title type='text'>a quiet weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SeCzHluqbuI/AAAAAAAAADc/xgBxRgGcAek/s1600-h/Collages4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SeCzHluqbuI/AAAAAAAAADc/xgBxRgGcAek/s400/Collages4.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SeCxLLATd4I/AAAAAAAAADU/H1k66fwSep4/s1600-h/Collages3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SeCxLLATd4I/AAAAAAAAADU/H1k66fwSep4/s400/Collages3.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; chores, ebook, movies, tv series, ebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2072688672947108714?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2072688672947108714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2072688672947108714' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2072688672947108714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2072688672947108714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiet-weekend.html' title='a quiet weekend'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SeCzHluqbuI/AAAAAAAAADc/xgBxRgGcAek/s72-c/Collages4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-9028412115351654866</id><published>2009-04-10T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:12:49.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s family gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>a trip down memory lane</title><content type='html'>about a fortnight ago, went back to KL to have some quality time with the family. it was all nice and sweet and everything in between. took 2 days leave on monday and tuesday since my project already PRQ. hooray!! was having my final dinner with kak ya and she was channel-browsing and when she came across awani or was it aruna? dont know dont care,  sum kinda soap opera was on, and i was like "hey they're talking in tagalog or indon? it sounded the same to me" ( i know its a little bit racist but hey.. they really sounded the same!!). and when one of them talk really slow, we were like "owh!! its indon!!" *bah!*. from that point onward we were hooked, the movie was about this one lady bump into her high school crush when she was about to get married to this other innocent guy.. we're talking about her BIGGEST high school crush, period! and she started to pull out her super old diaries and reminiscing back to her high school days.. and kak ya said if i were her, i wont read my old diaries back, it will be disgusting!! you will be reminded of how immature and hormonal you were.. crying over pretty boys, and over some non-existing crisis with your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the movie, the girl joined this cadet menjaga keamanan sekolah society just because her crush was the team lead and she has to endure being trained in the rain, the usual drill. haha. dont we all experienced that?  I joined Girl Scout just because there were like tons of cute seniors.. hahaha.. really reminded me of the time when we have a marching practice in the rain... that practice was for some marching competition.. and we won! damn we really bonded dem well back then.. scout's  honor i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how we will create a nick name for all of the cute guys that we drooled after, to make it easier to talk in public without getting noticed, those nick name really sticks until today, to the extend of forgetting their real name. funny nicknames though, there was robin hood(cause back then there was this Robin Hood tv series aired by TV3, you know the one with the medieval concept, we really drooled over that Robin Hood guy) Over(this one stick until today!), 123(and this one too), pokok, 808, 712, sos, and etc (lupe dah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boy how we really stalk the prey, i remember when robin hood graduated from high school, we were wondering where does he continue his study, so I called(after being forced by neera :p ) his home no (which we took from the year book) and pretended to be this alumni member, inviting robin hood to our reunion dinner, and his mom told me that hey he's not around, he's studying in some local uni.. bam! got it! thanx mom! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of good and embarrassing memories back then, during my lower secondary school years, the upper secondary school wasnt that much fun (since it's a boarding school!), it sucks actually, that's where i learned about how selfish ppl can be, backstabbing, bitching, political interest, its a true dog eat dog world.. i hate those 2 excruciating years! all they know about is to get to the top, to secure that scholarship to some foreign country. *sigh* i just let them be, and stays in my own small world and bonded with ignorant ppl like me. I turned out well enough i guess.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-9028412115351654866?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/9028412115351654866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=9028412115351654866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/9028412115351654866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/9028412115351654866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/04/trip-down-memory-lane.html' title='a trip down memory lane'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-1570832378255095546</id><published>2009-04-04T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:15:38.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>muka head lighthouse, teluk bahang</title><content type='html'>last week, our tech, KL, organized a hiking trip to Pantai Kerachut, and my lead said, heyyy kerachut's no fun, let's go to muka head instead. i heart hiking. seriously. eventhough the aftermath is a painful event (im talking about the muscleache and the broken legs, well at least that's how it feels like). but the feeling of drenching your shirts with sweat is just exhilarating plus the priceless scenary! i havent broke a sweat since uni years.. well that's about 10 months ago.. so i was really excited about this trip.. they estimate it will be a 4hours journey, to and fro. this is my 3rd hiking trip, the first was to the ayer itam dam, and the second one is Kledang,Ipoh.the longest walk i had in 10 months is 6hours of window shopping in queensbay. that is my practise ground! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muka head is a lighthouse built by the brits in 1883, and it resides about 227 meters above sea level. its about 4.5KM from the entrance of the Penang National Park. they have 4 pits stop before reaching muka head. first is sungai tukun, second is teluk tukun, third is usm research centre, fourth is the monkey beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still ok when we reached monkey beach, the climb up to muka head however, was a painful event!! i stopped 10 times to slow down my heart, it was racing like hell! when we reached the lighthouse, and climb up the stairs, my jaw just dropped, the view was *speechless*. it was all green and blue.. u cant even distinguish where the ocean ended and the sky started. it's beautiful! u can see hawks and eagles flying, with clawed feet stretch out to catch some foods. it was like in the discovery channel.. it was worth the sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed there for almost 2 hours, just trying to capture the beauty, and keep it stored in my hard drive. its going to be my escapism for the next 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when hiking down the hill, we have some comparative religion debate going on, with me being the sole muslim there and my lead and KL as the true christian. it was a great talk, i learned a lot, and i am more thankful that im a muslim. but what i regret is i dont have that much knowledge in Islam and the world history. I need to buy some books, sponge all of them up. i remember back in high school how me and my friends will ask the ustat about all of these weird questions about comparative religion.. especially about the jews and christian and nabi Isa a.s. and how my history teacher always came in late to our class, just because we like to ask alot of weird questions that are not listed in the textbook. and she'll be like scratching her heads just to answer our questions. hahaha.. you know how curious kids are. we dont have that much internet back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they decided to hike back to the entrance, i was like? wut?? my kaki is about to burst, let's just take the boat. but i do have my pride and said nothing instead. its like a scene in Lost. hahaha.. seriously.. i keep on engaging my thoughts with happy things, like a cold 100plus waiting for me at the entrance, or about the cold shower and the clean sheet, it works for a while. i know this sounds a bit cheesy, and belagak. but the thing that really helps me getting through the 4.5KM hike back to the entrance is selawat. seriously. its not as if im going to die or anything right? but hey i was soo tired i swear i dont care about the running liquid coming out of my nose, i was soooo soooo tired! it was a continuos hike, non-stop. when i'm just too tired to think, my brain just auto divert itself not to think about the tiredness, and to keep my legs moving, it engaged itself in funny thoughts, and how one thought can lead to another, it keeps on going on and on and on. like the thought about this damn jungle looks exactly like a scene in Lost, and i could even bump into sawyer *drool* and i started thinking about some polar bears attack, and some black smoke.. yada yada.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they were right about how powerful ur brain can be.. u just have to push the limit. 9KM of jungle trekking and hills climbing, annndddd i nailed it! oooooyeahhh.. the window shopping in queensbay really helps! girls do have stamina ok! you think its easy to walk in those heels for hours? well i dont do that.. but still.. i nailed it!!! the guys a bit skeptical about me able to do it, and i say *IN YOUR FACE!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SdekUVJo8HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xlh5C-9Z9vE/s1600-h/muka+head.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SdekUVJo8HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xlh5C-9Z9vE/s400/muka+head.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SdiDcXGxR7I/AAAAAAAAADE/wsRl_v01lDM/s1600-h/Collages1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SdiDcXGxR7I/AAAAAAAAADE/wsRl_v01lDM/s400/Collages1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-1570832378255095546?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/1570832378255095546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=1570832378255095546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1570832378255095546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/1570832378255095546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/04/muka-head-lighthouse-teluk-bahang.html' title='muka head lighthouse, teluk bahang'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SdekUVJo8HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Xlh5C-9Z9vE/s72-c/muka+head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-5951962561911347465</id><published>2009-03-26T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:14:25.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s photo'/><title type='text'>butterfly farm teluk bahang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScuOYhxzmSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IRH1Hn7NgNE/s1600-h/219CANON1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScuOYhxzmSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IRH1Hn7NgNE/s400/219CANON1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScuOUyduYTI/AAAAAAAAACs/DCXjokl5P_4/s1600-h/219CANON.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScuOUyduYTI/AAAAAAAAACs/DCXjokl5P_4/s400/219CANON.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with Sue Anne last Friday, about my broken tv, her room-scouting (yeah she has a wee bit problem with her current house, it's a MESS! with sue anne being a total neat freak, she's thinking of moving out after less than a month stay there)and one thing led to another, i went to pick her up in Kulim. we went to BJC for my weekly pirated dvd updates,and she bought a new phone, basic phone with no camera (we are not allowed to brought in cameraphone to the factory line thus the splurge). so much for the biggest economic depression of all time.*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, Dianne and Izzy invited us to join their butterfly farm trip, Dianne own a d60, thus the bonding, oooyeahhh~ there's this other penang girl with d60, waniey, and tadaa~ a new photog group was founded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that there's this species of ulat bulu that is in the color of rainbow. and that there's this restaurant in Teluk Bahang right next to the default-wedding-photos-are-taken beach that serves THE best laksa in town. you can see brides in whites and grooms in tuxs every damn weekend there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went to Kulim for Sue Anne room-scouting, and we found one! great housemates with guitar &amp; amp and also equipped with a neat-sense :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to honey bakery &amp; cafe for dinner.. it really reminded me of Top One in Batu Gajah... the greatest place to lepak for UTPian..  haha.. their banana split and the cheese cakes.. to die for! dem, i cant believe that i actually missed  those things! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weekend ended with the tv still lying there broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-5951962561911347465?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/5951962561911347465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=5951962561911347465' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5951962561911347465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/5951962561911347465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_26.html' title='butterfly farm teluk bahang'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScuOYhxzmSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IRH1Hn7NgNE/s72-c/219CANON1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4615319009077253961</id><published>2009-03-25T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:19:55.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picnik vs picasa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScovCvnefmI/AAAAAAAAACc/tCQf3WNaoKw/s1600-h/kebaya+kuning.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScovCvnefmI/AAAAAAAAACc/tCQf3WNaoKw/s400/kebaya+kuning.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently i'm using the company's laptop as my personal laptop was given to my sister after hers was stolen by some indon freak. which means i dont have all the necessity sofwares,well not really, just the important one that matters, photoshop.. i cant live without photoshop.. i dont do retail therapy, i just photoshopped! so without any sort of photo-editing sofwares, my life turns into hell! imagine a shopaholics/fashionistas without their shopping spree! so the next best thing is to revert back to those open source photo editing sofwares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was introduced to &lt;a href="http://www.picnik.com"&gt;picnik&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.photojojo.com"&gt;photojojo&lt;/a&gt; a couple of years ago.. it was a great substitute for photoshop.. it has all the basic tools, brightness contrast, curves, shadows highlights, saturation, colors, and they even have those photoshop actions stuff.. and their actions pretty cool.. love the cross processing.. but their BW kinda frustrating , its just plain shift+ctrl+u in photoshop.. BAH! but all of their other actions are pretty cool.. my personal favorite is the movie thing.. haha.. they even have this online bookscraping.. best gileee sofware tuh!! but picnik is an online photo editing.. so its effectiveness depends on your internet connection, with streamyx it will keep on saying.. please wait.. picnik is fluffing clouds, growing grass, blooming blossoms, sprinking dew,painting sky, yada yada, tunggu lah smp firefox hang.. which sux when u just cannot tahan anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at one time while i was waiting for picnik to finish painting flowers, i went and browse my google reader, i was like "gile la google, sume ade.. reader,map,earth,chrome,mail,talk,andddddd picasa!!" tadaa... a revelationn! i quit picnik andddddddd download picasa.. ngahhahahaha.. it was quit a downgrade lah compared to picnik.. it just got a bunch of auto-contrast, auto-color, hightlight,shadow, sharpen, bw,sephia and some other filter.. i made the best out of the limited stuff that picasa has to offer, but after that i tried the collage feature! it was SUPER!!! hahahahahaha.. no longer have to do manual collage like i used to.. easy!!! LOL.. but its frustrating when u have limited control on things, unlike manual control in photoshop. But hey i managed to pull through the collage for the yellow kebaya entry.. coolness!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the winner is still picnik.. but without a good internet connection, i'll make do with Picasa..i'm HAPPY and CONTENTED.. nuff said! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4615319009077253961?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4615319009077253961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4615319009077253961' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4615319009077253961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4615319009077253961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='picnik vs picasa'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScovCvnefmI/AAAAAAAAACc/tCQf3WNaoKw/s72-c/kebaya+kuning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-8324978674248465520</id><published>2009-03-24T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T08:24:22.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>sunyi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Scj4tskhJII/AAAAAAAAACM/UoJ1ZA3ExAI/s1600-h/IMG_1831.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Scj4tskhJII/AAAAAAAAACM/UoJ1ZA3ExAI/s400/IMG_1831.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sunyi.. sue-anne dah tkde.. dok sorang2 kat rumah.. men gitar sorang2.. dah tkde kucing nk dgr aku men gitar sumbang.. kucing tuh sekor jer suke aku men gitar..die dok diam2 sambil wat gaye manje menikmati kesumbangan gitar aku... tapi aku dah tak risau.. housemate baru sue-anne ade gitar jugak.. aku dah jumpe sifu gitar baru. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-8324978674248465520?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/8324978674248465520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=8324978674248465520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8324978674248465520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/8324978674248465520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/untitled.html' title='sunyi'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Scj4tskhJII/AAAAAAAAACM/UoJ1ZA3ExAI/s72-c/IMG_1831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-7194817020470658561</id><published>2009-03-24T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T06:24:45.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>tale of the yellow kebaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Scov_g5LCMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5hxfwUJM0Vg/s1600-h/kebaya+kuning1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Scov_g5LCMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5hxfwUJM0Vg/s400/kebaya+kuning1.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started with cyma's reception. that ninny told me about 2 weeks before her wedding that she wants me to be her pengapit, i was like wut? dont have any nice baju to wear, so just went and grab a kebaya in this one boutique in queensbay, which is the reason behind that huge hole in my wallet. and the journey of the yellow kebaya began.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the journey started on a friday afternoon, i drove down to kulim to sue-anne's place, left my car at KM3, and started our road trip to teluk intan at about 5.30pm. promised cyma that we'll reached there just in time for her berinai ceremony, but teluk intan seems pretty further away from kulim than we expected, with sue-anne's City cruising the PLUS highway at 130KM/H, we managed to reached chanelle's place at 9pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We blame the Perak road condition for our delay. HELLO perak leaders, stop fighting over each other and DO your JOB! ur major roads (Tapah to Teluk Intan road) are PITCH BLACK and as narrow as a hair's width and more winding than Shakira's hair! put some lamp post for Godsake..or u can take all of those extra lamp post in Sg Siput and put it there instead, it wont even put a dent on the state budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later at 12am, chanelle, sue anne, a-an and me went to pick up leia in Gopeng in chanel's new Pesona. and lepak at our usual's. the place where we got that crazy idea for that cameron trip at 4am in 2006. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally get to bed around 3am, woke up at 10am on saturday morning by atiq's and yanne's phone calls. reached at cima's place around 2. just in time before ustat's rombongan arrival. they look super awesome in rich dark purplish red. and my lingerie gift did make a statement."hurry up and make kids, cant wait to be an auntie!". went back to channelle place and continue to sleep until 6, wake up and helped channell's mom prepare for kenduri that night. yeah all of us are practically sisters, it's great to experience those kampung kenduri feel again..its been ages since we have home cooked meal for kenduri, we always and always cater these days.. *sigh* went to bed at 12 since have to get up early for the next road trip back to penang for reception at ustat's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cyma said she's going to pick me up around 5am, and as usual with around 2 hour delay, we kick start our road trip back to penang at 7. janji melayu..reached penang around 10am sunday morning, went straight to the bridal boutique for shima's makeup, she looks like a princess!! auwwww... and went to ustat's place around 1. i was the damn pengapit and that payung is super heavy and my kebaya is beautiful but the sarong's abit revealing, i have to walk as slow as i can to avoid my calves to be seen by all of the pakciks and makciks. it was super, was having lunch at the pengantin's table, hahahahaha... VIP la sgt.. and after that being the bride's bibik carrying her oh-so-long-gown-trail. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that important someone's arrived around 4 with amer(his boss) and nabil(his cousin). and i'll be following him to KL for my reunion with my high school BFFs, fatin and neera on monday that is the next day. and he merrily announced that we'll be dropping nabil at kuala kangsar, his kampung. where his opah and all his aunties are, yeah monday's a public holiday what do u expect? but luckily his mom is still in Johor. one less thing to worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached kuala kangsar, we went to the famous kuale's laksa, and melantak like hell, laksa's my no 1 favorite food of all time, period! and tapau for Opah. girls! remember remember,whenever u go to ur future inlaws place, whether for a visit or just to drop by, always and always bring a buah tangan.. no matter how small or how cheap it is.. always.. a lesson learned from cyma, 3 years of being a wife. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached opah's house and tadaaa his mom called, she's in town.. OMG.. luckily im not in that damn kebaya... and as always we reached there during maghrib prayer. damn bitch me!! it was awkward.. being the only girl for maghrib jemaah.. it was a total emberassment...OMG..if mom knows about this.. im fried..alive! after the prayer,it gets better, i started some small talks and it gets better and better.. getting to know his cousins and aunties and his opah.. and his mom and dad arrived.. i was literally shaking..but what do u know.. i was practically saved by the nasik dagang! LOL.. they were having nasik dagang for dinner.. hoorayyyy for being a true kelantanise..so all talks are about nasik dagang.. hahahaha.. they were all sooo nice!! :D!!! so continue our journey back to KL at 10pm, and when we reached somewhere before slim river, the traffic just stopped.. seriously.. and it was around 11.30pm.. we were stuck in a traffic jam for 4 fishing hours.. it was caused by this damn stupid construction SHIT.. we reached seri kembangan, atin's place at 6 in the MORNING!! damn damn u PLUS!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went straight to sleep and woke up at 10am because promised neera to meet her at alamanda around 11am.. fufff...fooottt...fish!!! hadnt enuff sleep.. and atin bought a new car!! its a white getz.. damn u atin.. i was about to get a getz.. urghhh... went to alamanda and catch up on things with neera and atin...i missed them sooo damn much... we were practically friends for almost 11 years.. lepak with them until 5 or was it 6pm.. His car's alternator has some problem which lead to not able to start his car which lead to me taking the star train to Pudu...thanks to atin for dropping me at sg besi.. u're the best... and the kebaya's journey ended when i took a 9pm bus back and reached my beloved penang island at 3am.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayan lepas-kulim-teluk intan-permatang pauh-kuala kangsar-seri kembangan-bayan lepas.. it was a worthwhile journey. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-7194817020470658561?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/7194817020470658561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=7194817020470658561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7194817020470658561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7194817020470658561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/tale-of-yellow-kebaya.html' title='tale of the yellow kebaya'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/Scov_g5LCMI/AAAAAAAAACk/5hxfwUJM0Vg/s72-c/kebaya+kuning1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-2344908789099749327</id><published>2009-03-16T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:20:20.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>a cabbie tale</title><content type='html'>was on the way back from Fara's engagement with leia and sue-anne, took a cab and end up feeling like killing the cabbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started with a light chat and i (being a chatterbox) blurted out that we just came back from a friend's engagement party. and he started asking us so when's our turn and i was like "tk smp seru lagi" and he replied"tak mencari ke?" and i was like "tak sampai lagi kot jodoh nye" and he was like"mmg la tkde jodoh kl tk mencari" i was like :-O. "ni lah budak zaman sekarang nk blaja tinggi, keje dulu, tanak kawin awal pastu dpt anak lmbt yada yada.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he started reminiscing back to his days, when everybody married at an early age and by the age of 40 their children already started working.. and old enough to take care of their parents.. bla bla bla.. so do the math, 40-23=17!!! i was like pakcik from which century are u from? stone age is it? come on!! do u honestly want a stupid mommy for ur kids? seriously?? stupid mommy generates stupid kids.. which will lead to stupid leaders.. *cough*u know how our leaders fights like hormonal young teens no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense, but my ancestors were unlucky since during their time there are no such thing as schools.. but hey do they restrict their daughters from having education? hell no~ they even forced them to go to school.. and go to uni and explore the world and gain as much knowledge as they could.. not to reproduce as fast as u can because may day! may day!earth has this huge shortage of dumb kids.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not against having kids.. I'm from a large family, seriously.. i want to have a huge family myself. but not at the tender age of 20!! i hv 6 siblings and my mom has 10 siblings.. which equals to more than 40 cousins... but did my grandma forced us to reproduced at an early age? no!! my late aji last wish was to have all of her cucu to at least graduate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;young mom at the age of early 20s and late teens are practically kids.. they still have that urge to play around, have fun, they are not ready yet for motherhood(I'm talking about the genY here). seriously.. if u still feel giddy when you see this cute super gentlemen guy with cute face and cute butt, and u still do the flirting drill, u are not yet ready to be a mommy! and we all feel that when we're in our late teens and early 20s no? these young mommies are the reason behind all those abuse and domestic violent. because they dont have enough dosage of fun yet and blame their kids for that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe this kind of morons still exist!! "women are meant to be at home, you dont have to work because we can provide for you~" my foot!! take this recession for example, what if you somehow got retrench from ur job.. then who's going to pay the bills? ur kids napkins? even for ur food? go back and ask pocket money from daddy is it? &lt;br /&gt;urghhh i know we women are too hormonal to lead, but we are more than capable to do other jobs! and we even good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dear incik cabbie, wake up, we are at the brink of war now, economic war, war with the jewish SOBs.. and all u can think about is early marriage?? if half of malaysian still have this kind of mentality, we ARE a third world country after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: we told the cabbie that we are bunch of UM students. and he still can came out with this s**t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-2344908789099749327?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/2344908789099749327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=2344908789099749327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2344908789099749327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/2344908789099749327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/cabbie-tale.html' title='a cabbie tale'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3130721132835446547</id><published>2009-03-11T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:04:03.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fuct up life of a workaholic</title><content type='html'>was back in the office at 10pm just now to run some quick test suite overnite, bump into one of my colleague, she was the only malay senior engineer in my team and she's a hell of a girl. prim and proper, hot, with a sexy lips and most important thing is she's got brain, a brilliant one. with a master degree from royal london college. hot scale of 10 out of 10. yeah she was just heading out from work. it was almost 10.15pm! she was on the phone and i just smile at her and went into the lab to do my work. went out from the lab around 11 and there she was still sitting on the bench outside of the lab still talking on the phone.. and i think she was crying.. and i was like.. ok wut should i do? she's my senior! im  not supposed to ask her what happen right? so should i ignore her? or would it be biadap if i do that, it was a freaking dillema!! and she was queuing up behind me at the security scanning area and i was like.. erm just smile and dont say a word. and yeah it went well, she just ignore my presense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my POINT is, she's my idol! she's a project lead at the age of 27! and she's brilliant, she's not one of those emotional ladyboss.. she's COOL! but i just realised how much sacrifices that she has to made in order to reach that level.. is it worth it? to know that you're up there? but at the end of the day, u went home to an empty house or even an empty bed. and nobody's there for you to share your story.. your fuct-up or even sweet victory story.. i really felt sorry for her, looking at her tear-eyed face, but i still want to be just like her.. i guess the stress really gets to her.. she breaks down once in a while and she'll be back tomorrow like nothing ever happened! she's the original superwoman!! but she gets the job satisfaction that she's looking for..to know that she has actually achieved something in her life. and that is enough. i guess we are more than satisfied with our fuct-up life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-3130721132835446547?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3130721132835446547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3130721132835446547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3130721132835446547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3130721132835446547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuct-up-life-of-workaholic.html' title='fuct up life of a workaholic'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3002480258596416968</id><published>2009-03-04T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:07:58.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>auto-utopia-switch gateaway</title><content type='html'>you know when there are times that you are soo frigging stress that your mind somehow auto-revert to the good times? like your work is so messed up, u're in deep shit, basically u just jumped into this river full of human dump(slumdog millionaire, anyone??), well u do get what i mean right? and amazingly ur mind has its own mechanism to keep it sane just like the freaking fuse keeping ur machines from burning to shreads. it just has this auto-utopia-switch that will automatically turn on when the stress reach some critical level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the thing is my lead taking off starting tomorrow till 16th march. and the best part is my project due date(we called it PRQ) is on the 20th. ROFLMAO. and left me and sean to finish the project. both of us were super clueless since both of us are newbies!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lead was briefing us on how we should proceed, it started out ok lah, and then the tension start building up, and my mind starts to wonder off to god knows where.. nah, its just wonders off to the those particular KL wknds where the grass is definitely greener, and the sky has a better shade of blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopeless romantic me! im sucha hopeless case to the extend of i would say things like "sue anne i dont know why but i think the trees look abit different today, i think they just changed colors, coz so help me god the colors are super vibrant today, hijau die laen!" and sue anne just LOLed and straight away report it out to emille (u internet begerak u!!).. yeah that happened on a friday morning right before those KL trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: my lead called najib "the emperor!" today.. we LOLed till we hurt our stomach. coz of that speaker being barred thing.. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-3002480258596416968?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3002480258596416968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3002480258596416968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3002480258596416968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3002480258596416968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/auto-utopia-switch-gateaway.html' title='auto-utopia-switch gateaway'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-185261968429723175</id><published>2009-03-03T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:58:57.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an ignorant kid indeed</title><content type='html'>i was working day in and day out(i love this phrase! haha) for the last 4 weeks with 2 fellow geeks and all we talk about is politics and well geek-talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun thing about geeks are that they are very outspoken and believe in the freedom of speech. they can ask you about things that are beyond ur imagination! they dont have this respek-la-weh-privacy-org thinking like how malays do. sometimes it startled me a bit but after a while i get used to it. i'm indeed an ignorant kid who rarely offended by things so i clicked right away into their culture. thanks to my dad upbringing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hottest issue now is the perak thing lah kan. Dewan Undangan Negeri assembled under a tree(it actually rhymes! haha)! bet that tree will be a historic landmark for the next generations to come! the most famous tree in Perak! oldest rubber tree wut?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my lead ask me to poison najib's milk bath.. and ask me to start packing for kamunting because i keep on calling najib's c4-murderer... and calls me the Pas Spy since i spilt out that my dad's working for Tok guru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he once throw me this question, "hey andika, about the Gaza strip issue, who owns that piece of land in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;*gulp*&lt;br /&gt;hmm..the arabs before the jews take away their land and then he said what about BC?&lt;br /&gt;hmm...now if i rmmbr my fekah right, Rasullullah s.a.w the first prophet from the arab race as the ones before Him was all Jews. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;an awkward silent.&lt;br /&gt;ok so what do u think about the issue? he asked me.. &lt;br /&gt;i said cant they share the land? its the holy land for you(he's christian btw), me and the jews, why cant they just share? &lt;br /&gt;my lead answered back, "andika, we're talking about the Jews here, Jews? they wont share one!" &lt;br /&gt;i just gave my cynical smile back at him. he LOLed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-185261968429723175?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/185261968429723175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=185261968429723175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/185261968429723175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/185261968429723175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/03/ignorant-kid-indeed.html' title='an ignorant kid indeed'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6050802456082327024</id><published>2009-02-26T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:54:59.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day? i say GREAT!</title><content type='html'>its been 3 weeks since i have the weekend to myself. been with the guys from work day in and day out. only had a day off during VALENTINE'S. alot of ppl say bad things about vtine's but i say valentine's ROCK!! BIG TIME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's any other day, my lead will say things like this "hey andika, hv to work this weekend..crunch time dude.. 3 weeks to PRQ..u're the superwoman remmbr?" amik hati my foot lah.. it wont work! but during valentine's it goes like this "guys!its crunch time and we nd to work on wknds.. i hv plans on saturday so we gonna start on sunday.. agreed?" i was like what's on saturday that everyone has plans? owh my foot its 14th feb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u kidding me? they will get fried alive if they work on the so-called-V-day! V-day alright coz its Vag*** day. LOL.  now that's what i call girl power!! how i LOVE girls who are crazy over vtine's day!! thanks to u girls, i have the whole day to me self!! hahaha but the guys look super tired with eye bags on sunday morning. kesian!! or NOT! ;) i was like "great nite huh guys?" both of them were like grinning to the ears.. honest! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh during the vtine'e eve,me and the girls went to ferringgi for our monthly dvd stock update. since no streamyx for the leech-till-u-bleed.. tgh makan and there are bunch of girls selling roses dlm basket.. paris lah sgt kan? there they were selling flowers to the expats and tourist with their fake english and american accent.. "roses for your valentine's sir?" hahahaha...siyesly florist were everywhere that wiken.. hey suckers,u can get those flower bouquet for half the price the next day, but hey dont stop celebrating vtine's please.. i still need my day off.. hahahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during THE day off, was in bed watching movies and playing guitar all day long! and yeah half the time i was snoozing pon.. a typical UTP weekend. *heaven*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks valentine's for giving me the UTP-break that is much needed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6050802456082327024?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6050802456082327024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6050802456082327024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6050802456082327024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6050802456082327024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-i-say-great.html' title='valentine&apos;s day? i say GREAT!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-7486097677934155836</id><published>2009-02-23T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:11:00.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s photo'/><title type='text'>6th of 6th -specially for Yan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SaLIxgnlrrI/AAAAAAAAABU/6hR84JZK9qA/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SaLIxgnlrrI/AAAAAAAAABU/6hR84JZK9qA/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306024063890992818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan tagged me to do this i dont-know-wut-stuff. so here goes yan.. and im not tagging anyone... because i hardly know anyone.. hahahahha.. so here goes my 6th pictures of my 6th folder of my picture folder. Thanks Yan!! and missing u mcm neraka. mind my language. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-7486097677934155836?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/7486097677934155836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=7486097677934155836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7486097677934155836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/7486097677934155836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/02/6th-of-6th-specially-for-yan.html' title='6th of 6th -specially for Yan.'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/SaLIxgnlrrI/AAAAAAAAABU/6hR84JZK9qA/s72-c/IMG_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4468811140400850613</id><published>2009-02-23T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:09:31.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>stupid cupid friday</title><content type='html'>so here i was browsing this one shop in giant bayan baru on a friday afternoon, at first there was this thai salesgirl minding her own bisnes and suddenly came this thai guy and they started chit chatty chat then out of nowhere they start to make out!! there and then with me looking at them. i was like CMON!!! get a room!!! seriously this guy started to nuzzle her neck and stuff.. i was like seriously?? and just head out of the freaking shop thinking what's wrong with these ppl??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were supposed to entertain ME not each other for godsake!! that shop is banned for the rest of my life! i swear. stupid! then off i went to the hypermarket for my groceries. normal stuff, ayamas drumet, fish balls, cabbage, onions, garlic, fruit juice, snacks, i was just heading to the pasta section for my stock of carbonara sauce for the week when i saw this couple started to get all over each other right at the very moment i reach the pasta aisle! to the extend of that guy started to grope her boobs. wut? again? in the middle of the freaking hypermarket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people... i am one of those freaks that smiled and *auwwww* at public affection,young couple(young as in young adult and not KIDS) holding hands when crossing the roads, aunties and uncles walking hand in hand, husband hugging his wife and kids, now that is TRUE love not LUST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theory is that I'm like one of those cupids, but heck i don't need bows and arrows, it's like im generating this chemical that will induce pheromone out of every couple within 5 meter radius from me, these couples will start to get horny and started to make out.. but wait a minute, aint cupid supposed to be an angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. now it makes sense.. my mom daily piece of advice since i turn teens,"andika, when u are alone with a guy, always remember u are not alone, there will always be a third.. and that third is the one that I dont trust!" Now i knew it!! the third is the cupid!!! ROFLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that will happen when your brain is controlled by those western thinking. learn but dont succumb. cupid my @^$!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4468811140400850613?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4468811140400850613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4468811140400850613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4468811140400850613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4468811140400850613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/02/stupid-cupid-friday.html' title='stupid cupid friday'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-366750796625294884</id><published>2009-01-20T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:09:03.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>when everything that can possibly went wrong..</title><content type='html'>today started with an email from my manager asking me about my chronic stomach cramp yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "how are you, hv u been to a few doctors to check it out. it might be a serious problem since it occurs frequently."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he meant it in a good way.. showing his concern and all, and i replied back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"i have a chronic menstrual pain, i've been experiencing this since high school and all the doctor gave me is pain killer to ease the pain. thanks for your concern i really appreciate it!" &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. and my buddy told me to take the chinese medicine for that, it'll cost me about 90-100 ringgit per month and the herbs will reduce the pain significantly. and i straight away told him, "hey! if its halal im in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when I cam back from kltn yesterday on firefly's morning flight and the freaking pain strike at 10,000 feet in the air, and believe me, the pain is 10 times more excruciating 10,000 feet above! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i hv to drive back to Relau trying to ignore the pain, went straight to Relau's clinic and there you are, about 15 ppl queuing up. wtf! yeah.. only sane ppl swear at these kinda time, i humbly waited for 90 minutes and then straight away ask the nurse for painkillers and get my ass out of that horrible place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still able to endure the pain and drive myself back home and waited for the oh-so-damn-slow lift to lift me up to 14th floor and patiently unlock all of the padlocks and wut not, without locking it all back. haha. went straight to bed, stripped out of my clothes and cringe. the pain just wont go away, started to feel dizzy and i throw up twice. there goes my breakfast. wasted. the good thing is i managed to sleep after that. yeeehawwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday, and today the agony continues, woke up at 6am (which is super duper hell-uper early for me!) because sue anne has an early meeting at 7am. no bigga deal for me anyway, reach office at 7am. work my ass off until 12. went out for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at 130. and my buddy said, hey u wanna order dinner for tonite? they're getting orders for ppl who are staying back late.. its on the house btw. in other word i want you to stay late. read between the lines ppl. and i was like yeah sure. and i put on my headphone and blast ironic by alanis full volume. lol. i was happy really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoying my agony for the day until there's this company policy popout window ask me to install some update stuff, and i straight away click "install and reboot" and the oh-so-famous-blue-screen-of-death appears. hahahahahaha.. i crash my laptop!! and it's only 15 days old. great! really! i was like wut the hell, life goes on, i happily hum to the last tune that i heard, rihanna take a bow, and continue doing my work until 9pm successfully without internet access. what an achievement! wohooo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like happily driving myself home, blasting the car stereo with unwell from matchboxtwenty. reach home and gv that someone a call, was happily telling him how my day goes, laughing on how everything that could possibly went wrong actually  went wrong! reach inside my bag for the keys, happily opening up all the padlocks and stuff, smiling to my housemates, and finally put my room's key into the lock and tadaa... it wont open.. because.. its the wrong key!! LOL.. left the original key in my other handbag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a perfect ending to a perfect day. so i took about an hour drive around bayan lepas area to find a locksmith that actually works at 10 in the evening.. and return back in vain. haha.. wut do u expect la kan? and sue anne was like nan pulang la.. sudah malam.. lol. she lend me her towel, toothbrush and everything. thank god i left lotsa my clothes outside. *sigh* am i mad? no! im glad really, now i can actually tell ppl that i  have experience the "when everything that could possibly went wrong!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo yeah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-366750796625294884?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/366750796625294884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=366750796625294884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/366750796625294884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/366750796625294884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-everything-that-can-possibly-went.html' title='when everything that can possibly went wrong..'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4558187698594829079</id><published>2009-01-19T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:38:06.248-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>between 2 colliding cultures</title><content type='html'>yesterday was my sis's wedding reception. it was very subtle and lovely. a small kenduri with about 400 guests. i LOVE it. small and easy. yeah fyi my bro's in law is a pakistani from pakistan. so there were a lot of the malay wedding customs that was cut off from the wedding. His excuse is "there's no such thing in Islam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes the list of irrelevant malay wedding custom!! LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hantaran&lt;br /&gt;our definition: "its basically gift from both of you to each other where we'll somehow decorate it to make it look fancy a bit and display them for everyone to see"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his reaction: "oh ok then i guess we'll wrap em all up to make it look fancy then! no? no wrapping? then our main intention is to actually let everyone see the gifts? but that's riak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our reaction: " erm. erm. well. yeah if u look it that way.. but.. erm.. its tradition... erm.. alright, no hantaran then.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sanding&lt;br /&gt;our definition: "basically both of you will sit upon a pedestal for everyone to see and critized."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his reaction: "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our reaction: " LOL. nah! we wont do it.. we nvr done it anyway. rarely done by kelantanese. that is the ultimate riak ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different perspective from a friend of my mine from Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: weh kakak aku nk kawin wiken nih.. kenduri jer la.. ari tuh dh akad dah.. tp wat simple2 jer.. tak sanding tk ape.. mak aku pon panggey dalam 400 org jer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmbr aku: ko biar btol, kalo kat kampung aku, tuh mmg dh kene sembur dh tuh.. nk kawin cpt.. wat kecik2.. sah2 ade ape2.. nth nth sbb kene serkup kot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: haha.. camtuh la org melayu... wat kecik2 sket cpt ajer mulut mengata.. kan ke lg elok wat kecik2 jer, tkde la membazir ye dak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmbr aku: kl aku pon nk wat kecik2 gak.. cpt sket aku leh kawin.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: tuh laa bg aku.. dak2 yg dh wajib kawin tuh buat bende tk elok bukan sbb derang tanak kawin.. kl nk kawin pon bukan nye ckp duit ye dak.. kan sng kl akad jer and buat kenduri kecik2.. tkde de diorg nk bwat bende tk elok kat dlm semak samun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do we follow tradition to the extend of disregarding our own religion? those traditions are adopted from other cultures anyway, hell im not even sure whether i have true malay blood running thru my vein, my mom's a mixture of siam and chinese and my dad's a mixture of pakistani and arab i guess. so there u go.. and i have race: malay stated in my IC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disregard the race, what matters the most is that we have the same faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4558187698594829079?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4558187698594829079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4558187698594829079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4558187698594829079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4558187698594829079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/01/between-2-colliding-cultures.html' title='between 2 colliding cultures'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-4873670611134057044</id><published>2009-01-16T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:54:07.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s photo'/><title type='text'>welcome to the family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3201499540_d6d0e22acf.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 460px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/3201499540_d6d0e22acf.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my niece, anis aqeela and my brother in law, nur. aku dh lame tk pakai photoshop.. ha amik ko lepas gian edit gmbr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-4873670611134057044?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/4873670611134057044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=4873670611134057044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4873670611134057044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/4873670611134057044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-family.html' title='welcome to the family!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-561197486418809335</id><published>2009-01-16T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:24:26.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s cheap drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s crap talk'/><title type='text'>when reality hits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2044/2060103592_bd22b882ed.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2044/2060103592_bd22b882ed.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nick_andika: landed on the 49th chapter, the final chapter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized this morning while juggling between work and blog-hopping that I actually HAVE a blog! i was like, YA ALLAH.. the last post was like february, 06(not that bigga deal since i only have 2 entries anyhow). but that is 2 years ago!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i read back those 2 pathetic entries from 2-years-back-andika, its just amazing how much ppl can change in just 2 years.i was like a totally different person back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-2008 was the 49th chapter of my life...it's the chapter that makes me who i am today. back then, i took a hell lot of life-threatening-chances that i seriously not proud of but still I'm glad that i made it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opt for a career in semicond instead of oil&amp;gas. which left my parents flabbergasted because they're hoping that i'll work for the green company which is more secure and more $$$$ instead of a semicond company that fabricates chips in Israel!! But i LOVE to play with chips! thats where my passion is, which leaves them no choice but to gv me their blessing. are there any regrets? my besties ask, yeah since the green company gave a 1k raise for the new hires, from financial POV, dang yeah..think of all the gadgets that i can buy, and the countless shopping spree!! but  will i have this kind of excitement and satisfaction in the green company? hmm.. haha.. pros and cons ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also decided to leave 9 years of my life's memory behind because nevermind, we can create new memories, right? that is the hardest thing that I've ever done in my whole life! but yeah with full support from my family and friends, I moved on. When i feel like giving up, they keep on reminding me, "life's about what you NEED, instead of what you WANT!!" no matter how much it hurts, strive for whatever that you need and sacrifice whatever that you want, that's where true happiness lies. be as selfless as you can be. and yeah it pays back in less than a year. that's when i started to believe that there is no such thing as coincident, everything happens for a reason.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i guess i'll continue blogging then huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-561197486418809335?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/561197486418809335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=561197486418809335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/561197486418809335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/561197486418809335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-reality-hits.html' title='when reality hits...'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-6780420968901126280</id><published>2007-02-08T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:23:11.968-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s family gossip'/><title type='text'>Spongebob squarepants!!</title><content type='html'>Captain:   Are you ready kids?&lt;br /&gt;Kids:          Aye-aye Captain.&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  I can't hear you...&lt;br /&gt;Kids:          Aye-Aye Captain!!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Kids:          SpongeBob SquarePants!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  Absorbent and yellow and porous is he!&lt;br /&gt;Kids:          SpongeBob SquarePants!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  If nautical nonsense be something you wish...&lt;br /&gt;Kids:          SpongeBob SquarePants!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish!&lt;br /&gt;Kids:          SpongeBob SquarePants!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  Ready?&lt;br /&gt;EveryBody:  SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants! SpongeBob SquarePants!&lt;br /&gt;Captain:  SpongeBob.... SquarePants! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show: spongebob squarepants&lt;br /&gt;time: sunday, 9.30am&lt;br /&gt;channel: tv3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spongebob is like my most fav cartoon... spongebob is the real definition of silly, fun and sweet. LOL.. seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i share this craze for spongebob with my irresistable nephew, ayman and his 30yr old dad(my bro that is). See.. spongebob is like all ages kinda cartoon.. even my mom who is like almost 60.. still laugh out loud whenever she watched spongebob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cute nephew's baby name for spongebob is bob bob.. he'll be like jumping up and down whenever spongebob is on.. and screaming on top of his lung..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bob bob!! nan nan bob bob nan nan *giggle* " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. well.. he's 2 anyway.. guess what he call all those superheroes... superman, batman, spiderman, xmen, ultraman, even cicakman... "men-men"... see the connection??&lt;br /&gt;yeah... LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it dude.. i miss him like hell.. i miss ALL of my family mmbrs like HELL.. we'll have a family get together this chinese new year and have our own makan besar.. yeehawww... i cant wait!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-6780420968901126280?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/6780420968901126280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=6780420968901126280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6780420968901126280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/6780420968901126280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2007/02/spongebob-squarepants.html' title='Spongebob squarepants!!'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6703613819653038377.post-3859739034881935379</id><published>2007-02-08T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:21:42.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andika&apos;s you tube choice of the week'/><title type='text'>happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g45TBX-NOts"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g45TBX-NOts" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browsing thru youtube and viola found this nice flash. the story is like sooo damn sad and yet the music is so damn HAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: Happy by Mocca&lt;br /&gt;animation: Donnalicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6703613819653038377-3859739034881935379?l=nick-andika.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/feeds/3859739034881935379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6703613819653038377&amp;postID=3859739034881935379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3859739034881935379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6703613819653038377/posts/default/3859739034881935379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nick-andika.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy.html' title='happy?'/><author><name>nick andika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13097524268353878158</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/_WXpWYi2eVlQ/ScCOxKu-nsI/AAAAAAAAABk/xwaSfA74KJU/S220/meanangel.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
