<?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-14367616</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:19:49.641+08:00</updated><category term='my children'/><category term='sad'/><category term='p4 boys'/><category term='workshop blues'/><category term='tired'/><category term='cherries'/><category term='bliss once again'/><category term='random stuff'/><category term='voice'/><category term='competition'/><category term='career'/><category term='celebrations'/><category term='missing him'/><category term='PTC'/><category term='crisis'/><category term='my tarot card'/><category term='fatigue'/><title type='text'>Sailing my way through life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-879512909188547806</id><published>2011-05-04T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T23:58:39.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-879512909188547806?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/879512909188547806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-firsts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/879512909188547806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/879512909188547806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2011/05/of-firsts.html' title='Of firsts'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2318627924065202195</id><published>2010-10-23T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T16:02:33.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the 3rd quad-mester</title><content type='html'>It's already been 9 months and gradually, the distance and time difference takes its toll on us. I guess, it is true when people say that physical presence is important. Well, I am sure this will tide over soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2318627924065202195?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2318627924065202195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-3rd-quad-mester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2318627924065202195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2318627924065202195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/10/of-3rd-quad-mester.html' title='of the 3rd quad-mester'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2439252428437324680</id><published>2010-01-28T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:41:00.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of something from the movies</title><content type='html'>The long distance is making some of my friends frustrated and upset. Of course there are the occasional quarrels and emotional outrage. Definitely, not a pretty sight. I am avoiding that at all cost. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point of time, I am still quite fine, I guess. Just a little touchy at times and certain words or remarks might just make me choke on my words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, missing you gets easier everyday because even though I am one day further from the last time I saw you, I am also one day closer to the next time I see you again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2439252428437324680?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2439252428437324680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-something-from-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2439252428437324680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2439252428437324680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-something-from-movies.html' title='of something from the movies'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-1531821968807246166</id><published>2010-01-27T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T01:16:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a strong believer of that. When the road is dark and the journey is uncertain, I just need to pray for a little guidance and sometimes it comes in the form of a book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-1531821968807246166?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1531821968807246166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-alchemist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1531821968807246166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1531821968807246166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-alchemist.html' title='of the alchemist'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-8949983818388751864</id><published>2010-01-25T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:25:46.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a certain longing</title><content type='html'>This is really absurd. I have never felt this way before. I miss him terribly and my heart aches when we're apart. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take care, baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-8949983818388751864?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8949983818388751864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-certain-longing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/8949983818388751864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/8949983818388751864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Phenylethylamine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, which is the chemical released in our bodies when we fall in love and is chemically similar to amphetamines, therefore acting as a psycho-stimulant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Whenever I miss you, the chocolates will keep me company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6509696775569507068?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6509696775569507068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-874271898225052058</id><published>2010-01-12T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:49:30.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of brahmins, vishyas and paryas</title><content type='html'>Just like a love novel, everything is sweet and rosy in the beginning. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that there's a sequel to Cinderella?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-874271898225052058?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/874271898225052058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-brahmins-vishyas-and-paryas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/874271898225052058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/874271898225052058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-brahmins-vishyas-and-paryas.html' title='of brahmins, vishyas and paryas'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2168193453075439390</id><published>2010-01-10T15:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:59:42.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a battle tactic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I do know why I'm holding back and suppressing my feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my defense mechanism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2168193453075439390?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2168193453075439390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-battle-tactic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2168193453075439390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2168193453075439390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-battle-tactic.html' title='of a battle tactic'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7425425744498495930</id><published>2010-01-07T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:44:44.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of up in the air</title><content type='html'>"I see you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7425425744498495930?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7425425744498495930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-up-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7425425744498495930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7425425744498495930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-up-in-air.html' title='of up in the air'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-6849049568490249452</id><published>2009-12-16T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:30:04.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of love when you least expect it</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in the oddest way, love comes knocking at your door. And this time round, I'm not opening the door. Sorry, tough luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6849049568490249452?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6849049568490249452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-love-when-you-least-expect-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6849049568490249452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6849049568490249452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-love-when-you-least-expect-it.html' title='of love when you least expect it'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7875633145397163970</id><published>2009-11-29T07:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T07:08:20.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of suppresed feelings</title><content type='html'>For me, maturity&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;does come with age. Experience and circumstances ages you physically and emotionally. It is inevitable. I will be turning 24 soon and now I start to ponder... How much have I achieved? And if I were to die tomorrow, will I be remembered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7875633145397163970?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7875633145397163970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-suppresed-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7875633145397163970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7875633145397163970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-suppresed-feelings.html' title='of suppresed feelings'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-5851836398085349411</id><published>2009-11-26T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:29:52.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a certain longing</title><content type='html'>Life does not always give you what you hope for in a platter. Sometimes, if life is kind enough, your hopes will be dished out in tiny servings which may or may not fill up your tummy but it sure does whet up your appetite for more. I have many hopes and aspirations of my own. Maybe with a little luck and lots of hard work, I might be able to achieve them. For now, I have to say that I am thankful for what life has offered me. It has been a good year and I've enjoyed most of it. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-5851836398085349411?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5851836398085349411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-certain-longing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5851836398085349411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5851836398085349411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-certain-longing.html' title='of a certain longing'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-6410894065344588867</id><published>2009-06-29T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:43:17.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of vintage queenz</title><content type='html'>Two of them are engaged. One is a mother of two beautiful children. Then, there is me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6410894065344588867?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6410894065344588867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-vintage-queenz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6410894065344588867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6410894065344588867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-vintage-queenz.html' title='of vintage queenz'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2603634592250322403</id><published>2009-06-16T01:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:04:04.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of pride</title><content type='html'>Is it true that only after sickness strikes you and nipped you in the butt will you realise that there is more to life than collecting worldly possessions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Allah SWT, whatever it is please don't let me die before mommy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2603634592250322403?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2603634592250322403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-pride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2603634592250322403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2603634592250322403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-pride.html' title='of pride'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-3799963238737623434</id><published>2009-06-04T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:44:05.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of being blessed</title><content type='html'>As cliche as it may sound, it is time for me to give back to the community. I've lived a blessed life and I am thankful for it. Alhamdulilah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-3799963238737623434?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3799963238737623434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-being-blessed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3799963238737623434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3799963238737623434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/06/of-being-blessed.html' title='of being blessed'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7238806411775359907</id><published>2009-04-14T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:47:13.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the ambitious me</title><content type='html'>There are many things I would like to accomplish before I die. Now, as I carefully plan out my goals, I can only hope that God will give me the time and blessings to achieve them. I've used up two years of my life working very hard and achieving whatever I had to. I have accomplised more that any other beginning teachers I've known during my 2 year stint. I have to say that I am very proud of myself. Kudos Ain! Now, I will test myself and see how much I can achieve as a student. Nah, I am not hoping for first class honours anymore. I have set some more realistics goals for myself. And as always.... I will always excel in modules that I love. I know I've made the right decision, art is my forte. Aza aza fighting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7238806411775359907?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7238806411775359907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-ambitious-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7238806411775359907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7238806411775359907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-ambitious-me.html' title='of the ambitious me'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4854022190529975899</id><published>2009-04-08T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:12:31.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of NYAA</title><content type='html'>I need personal goals to keep myself going. I love challenges and I always strive to be the best. Despite all that, I do know that failures are inevitable. Then again, I have tried and that's what is most important to me. All the best and good luck to myself in doing the Gold NYAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4854022190529975899?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4854022190529975899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-nyaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4854022190529975899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4854022190529975899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-nyaa.html' title='of NYAA'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-8725402681811742597</id><published>2009-03-23T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:03:53.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the unlucky number 8</title><content type='html'>The only way to motivate myself to exercise is my guilt. The calories in a Venti Caramel Java Chip is equivalent to a full meal. I swear I will never have that again. I shall just stick to my Low Fat Caramel Macchiato.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-8725402681811742597?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8725402681811742597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-unlucky-number-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/8725402681811742597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/8725402681811742597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-unlucky-number-8.html' title='of the unlucky number 8'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-8452890932093887042</id><published>2009-03-21T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:47:44.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of numbers</title><content type='html'>Science and technology multiply around us. To an increasing extent, they dictate the languages in which we speak and think. Either we use these languages or we remain mute. - JG Ballard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-8452890932093887042?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/8452890932093887042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-numbers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/8452890932093887042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/8452890932093887042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-numbers.html' title='of numbers'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-6352026269237655998</id><published>2009-03-17T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:45:09.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of having too much angst</title><content type='html'>The ability to bottle up my feelings without making it known to others is a true art. Not many individuals can do that. Soon, that bottle will eventually fill up to its brim and when that happens, everything will just spill over. Let's just wait and see what the contents are. It may just surprise us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6352026269237655998?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6352026269237655998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-having-too-much-angst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6352026269237655998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6352026269237655998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/03/of-having-too-much-angst.html' title='of having too much angst'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-1807152038571355922</id><published>2009-02-19T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T01:05:45.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of our differences</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that during the initial part of the friendship, everything was a little shaky and somewhat bleak. We are three very different individuals from very different backgrounds who got acquainted mainly because of our close proximity. Well, that was just in the beginning. It is funny to think that we would actually end up as close friends who not only cover each others' asses when the need arises but also to fully accept each other for what we really are. It is true when people say that, the only way to really know a person, one has to sleep together, eat together and travel together. We've done all three within our 8 months stint and I dare say that I am glad that we got acquainted in the first place even though it was by sheer chance. Believe it or not, I like the fact that the three of us are different. It kind of spice things up a little. Other than that, I am thankful for being friends with the two of them and I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to our friendship, Dyana &amp;amp; Firda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-1807152038571355922?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1807152038571355922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-our-differences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1807152038571355922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1807152038571355922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-our-differences.html' title='of our differences'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4170767240210643200</id><published>2009-02-17T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T01:39:31.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of roti boom</title><content type='html'>It is always a nice feeling to have a long conversation with an old friend whom you have lost contact with for quite some time. Nothing beats reminiscing the old times. Yes, I am a sentimental person. As I get older, I feel that it is always important to leave a place in a good way by leaving behind legacies and fond memories. I did that and now, I am enjoying the fruit of my labour. People still remember me for my contributions and sarifices. The irony is that I am still alive! So I guess it is wrong when people say that you will only be remembered and thought of when you're dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4170767240210643200?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4170767240210643200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-roti-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4170767240210643200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4170767240210643200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-roti-boom.html' title='of roti boom'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2665353749255064910</id><published>2009-02-16T02:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T02:40:27.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of sportsmanship</title><content type='html'>In a competition/match/game and etc, there will always be winners and losers. No matter how sucky it feels to lose, it is always important not to be too sore about it. Yes, it is upsetting to lose but it is embarrasing to be labelled as sore losers. Therefore, even if you fail or lose, bear in mind that you you have given your best and that's what is important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2665353749255064910?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2665353749255064910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-sportsmanship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2665353749255064910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2665353749255064910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-sportsmanship.html' title='of sportsmanship'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-3231043349400246610</id><published>2009-02-12T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:03:28.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the 26s</title><content type='html'>26 random things about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1.       My mouth works faster than my brain.&lt;br /&gt;2.       I know that I am a creative person and I never fail to make full use of that ability.&lt;br /&gt;3.       I have naturally loud voice.&lt;br /&gt;4.       I am a Nike and Puma junkie.&lt;br /&gt;5.       I wear crocs most of the time because it keeps my wet feet dry.&lt;br /&gt;6.       I drink 3 to 4 bottles of 600ml mineral water per day.&lt;br /&gt;7.       I believe in good sportsmanship only when it comes to playing sports. Other aspects of life do not count.&lt;br /&gt;8.       I am tone deaf. (Read: I cannot sing and follow the tune to any song.)&lt;br /&gt;9.       I drink all kinds of coffee but my 2 favourites would be Starbucks Caramel Macchiato and Kopitiam’s Kopi C. (I believe mamak make good tea and cheena makes good coffee.)&lt;br /&gt;10.   I treat people the way they treat me. (Read: If you are mean to me, I’ll make sure I’m 10 times meaner to you.)&lt;br /&gt;11.   I read all kinds of reading materials such like novels, autobiography, readers’ digest, times magazine, comics and etc.&lt;br /&gt;12.   I like the colour green because I was once told that geniuses always pick green. (I hope to be one. Keyword here is ‘hope’).&lt;br /&gt;13.   I always fail at first impressions. (Read: I don’t smile much and I have this aura of arrogance and over confidence.)&lt;br /&gt;14.   I have weird taste in men. My choices are very random and the range can be from A-Z. This means I’ve dated the dumb, dumber, dumbest, cute, cuter, cutest, chubby, fat, obese, fair, tanned, dark, clever, smart, intelligent and etc.&lt;br /&gt;15.   I have a name for my future child since January 2008.&lt;br /&gt;16.   The only reason I’m going to get married one day is to copulate. I do not believe in love. Yes, I’m that jaded.&lt;br /&gt;17.   I am rough and rowdy, never a girly-girl.&lt;br /&gt;18.   I love my flabby tummy because I treat them like there’re baby fats. Cute and cuddly. It is weird, I know!&lt;br /&gt;19.   I have a weird liking for boys who buys Crumpler products. Expensive, durable, practical and funky.&lt;br /&gt;20.   I cry easily when watching movies and I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;21.   I love the smell of used books; you know... that musky smell.&lt;br /&gt;22.   My mom calls me Girl or Ain. Firda, Dyana, Big, Arizal and Hafiz calls me Ah Boy. Family members calls me Ain or Kak In. My students call me Cikgu Nur Ain. They are not allowed to call me Cikgu Ain. Others call me Ain.&lt;br /&gt;23.   I am known as Madam Sarcastic online.&lt;br /&gt;24.   I Google my full name and online name every week. It is to see how Google-able I am. This will help in the event that someone wants to do a background check on me and also to promote some of my work. Try it. Type: Nur Ain Mohd. Amin or Madam Sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;25.   I love Spongebob because of his personality although he is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;26.   My study room is always in a state of organised mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-3231043349400246610?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3231043349400246610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-26s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3231043349400246610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3231043349400246610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-26s.html' title='of the 26s'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2686753887030500398</id><published>2009-02-11T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:57:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my voice</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I have little control over the volume of my voice. Most of the time my voice tend to be a little louder than it is supposed to be. And maybe during those instances too, I might have hurt some people's feelings. I apologise for that and I do know that you do understand deep inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2686753887030500398?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2686753887030500398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-my-voice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2686753887030500398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2686753887030500398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-my-voice.html' title='of my voice'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7733808342585145861</id><published>2009-02-02T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:44:31.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of burning what you eat</title><content type='html'>I have this crazy thing about food. When I like eating a particular food at a certain stall, I will always order the same food whenever I patronise the stall. This will go on until I get sick of the food. When I say sick, I really mean sick of it. I mean I will never ever eat that food again unless I am left with no choice. So now, its the Korean rice cakes and Kimchi soup. When will their reign end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7733808342585145861?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7733808342585145861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-burning-what-you-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7733808342585145861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7733808342585145861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/02/of-burning-what-you-eat.html' title='of burning what you eat'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-246857056344875376</id><published>2009-01-29T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:04:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my favourite mint ice cream</title><content type='html'>It is intriguing how fate actually allow us to cross paths with certain individuals. Some will come and go but others stay behind to play significant roles in our lives. I'm glad fate gave me a chance to know them.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NL: For correcting my horrible grammar with her thinly veiled sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;SiH: For being so patient and understanding on everyone's bad days&lt;br /&gt;HN: For covering up my flaws in your brotherly way&lt;br /&gt;SR: For always helping me make my point in the most irritating manner&lt;br /&gt;MH: For always caring deep in your heart but never showing it&lt;br /&gt;AO: For going through adulthood in the least painful manner you could think of&lt;br /&gt;NS: For always believing that I can do better&lt;br /&gt;SA: For pushing me to be as good as you are&lt;br /&gt;VN: For your continuous support and prayers&lt;br /&gt;SS: For not being calculative&lt;br /&gt;DC: For being a great girlfriend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-246857056344875376?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/246857056344875376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-my-favourite-mint-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/246857056344875376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/246857056344875376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-my-favourite-mint-ice-cream.html' title='of my favourite mint ice cream'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2685821485493236701</id><published>2009-01-28T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:10:45.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a certain principle</title><content type='html'>I always believe in doing whatever I want to do, as long as I do not get caught. But if I do get caught, I have to face and live with the consequences of my actions. There is really no room for regrets. Life is too short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2685821485493236701?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2685821485493236701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-certain-principle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2685821485493236701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2685821485493236701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-certain-principle.html' title='of a certain principle'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4256682152627750605</id><published>2009-01-27T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:13:26.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my thinly veiled sarcasm</title><content type='html'>I always take pride in whatever I do and because of that I always believe that it is only fair for me to take the credit. Don't get me wrong, I do practise humility but not too much of it. I'm a non-conformist Malay. I always believe that if it's a job well done, then admit with pride that you did it and if it's not, accept constructive criticisms and work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4256682152627750605?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4256682152627750605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-my-thinly-veiled-sarcasm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4256682152627750605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4256682152627750605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-my-thinly-veiled-sarcasm.html' title='of my thinly veiled sarcasm'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2739061106713717530</id><published>2009-01-23T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:13:51.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of "when love and ambition collide"</title><content type='html'>Finding love is definitely not in my agenda at the moment. I will be 24 this year and in some cultures, I would already be married with half a dozen of children in tow. Yes, I might just be exaggerating. Some people would say, "Let love find me". I prefer to look for love. At least, then, I get to choose and pick the ones I really like. Why settle for second when you deserve the best? Well, I know I deserve the best. You do too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2739061106713717530?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2739061106713717530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-when-love-and-ambition-collide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2739061106713717530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2739061106713717530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-when-love-and-ambition-collide.html' title='of &quot;when love and ambition collide&quot;'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-1750257036236805287</id><published>2009-01-23T00:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:51:32.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of phai hitting a curb</title><content type='html'>Losing weight is important if you are grossly overweight but overdoing it is just gross and totally unacceptable. I shouldn't have put that wager. If anything happens to him, I'll be partly responsible and of course really upset. I am trying my best to encourage him to eat well and exercise regularly but he is overdoing it. I am just worried that it will put a toll on his health. He used to tell me, "You can eat whatever you want but in small portions course you are burning it anyways." So, the question is, why isn't he practising what he preached? Is this becoming an obsession? Will this lead to paranoia? I'm going to knock some sense into him. Help me out, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-1750257036236805287?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1750257036236805287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-phai-hitting-curb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1750257036236805287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1750257036236805287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-phai-hitting-curb.html' title='of phai hitting a curb'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4674952022205784389</id><published>2009-01-20T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:52:22.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my two greatest fears</title><content type='html'>There are two things I fear the most in life. The first one would be dying before my mother and the second would be the inability to bear a child. It's a baggage an only child would carry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4674952022205784389?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4674952022205784389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-my-two-greatest-fears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4674952022205784389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4674952022205784389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-my-two-greatest-fears.html' title='of my two greatest fears'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-5108681209938727793</id><published>2009-01-19T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:17:15.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of "The one with the missing kacang putih"</title><content type='html'>The trip to the national museum and Putrajaya was enjoyable mainly because of the great company I had. Not only was it an educational trip, we also got to learn more about one another. Our likes and dislikes and also about what our first impression of each other was like. As like always, people find me arrogant, fierce and a little obnoxious. I always fail at first impressions. Research says that first impressions are important and that it takes only 10 seconds for you to make or break that first impression. Oh well, I cannot please everyone, can I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-5108681209938727793?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5108681209938727793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-one-with-missing-kacang-putih.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5108681209938727793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5108681209938727793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-one-with-missing-kacang-putih.html' title='of &quot;The one with the missing kacang putih&quot;'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-1201687097941775678</id><published>2009-01-16T09:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:03:58.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of stuttering R</title><content type='html'>"oh and yes..you are inspiring...and you're someone who's really hard to forget....i mean that in a good way..." - SH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-1201687097941775678?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1201687097941775678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-stuttering-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1201687097941775678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1201687097941775678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-stuttering-r.html' title='of stuttering R'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-484830044992985206</id><published>2009-01-15T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T17:23:56.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of "The one with the missing apple"</title><content type='html'>Assignments are slowly piling up and as usual, the procrastinator in me is in full bloom. I have an assignment due tomorrow and I am only 10% done. Looking on the brighter side, I still have about 20 hours till the assignment is due.&lt;br /&gt;This is random. SH still has the power to pull my heart strings even after 2 years. Ours was a case of clashed dreams and aspirations. Two hardworking, workaholic, goal oriented, stubborn, self centred individuals who finds it very difficult to compromise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-484830044992985206?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/484830044992985206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-one-with-missing-apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/484830044992985206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/484830044992985206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-one-with-missing-apple.html' title='of &quot;The one with the missing apple&quot;'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4706946055226933608</id><published>2009-01-09T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T01:17:24.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of breast stroke and free style</title><content type='html'>The vigorous exercise regime that I've been keeping up with is slowly taking a toll on my knee. Maybe the new brand of glucosamine supplement is not doing any good to my poor knee. I will give it some time to get used to the new supplements.&lt;br /&gt;I swam a few extra laps today to make up for the extra sugar intake today and for not having the time to jog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4706946055226933608?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4706946055226933608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-breast-stroke-and-free-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4706946055226933608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4706946055226933608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-breast-stroke-and-free-style.html' title='of breast stroke and free style'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2272951682268390446</id><published>2009-01-06T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:29:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of bodyaches and heartaches</title><content type='html'>The one and only time I suffered a heartache was when SH poured out all of his feelings to me. I was forced to digest all of the feelings he has surpressed for over 2 years within one conversation. It was very painful. My heart ached so much that I swear I would never allow myself to suffer another heartache ever again. Now, I am keeping myself occupied with my daily exercise regime. No more boys for the time being. They come and go, as always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2272951682268390446?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2272951682268390446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-bodyaches-and-heartaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2272951682268390446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2272951682268390446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-bodyaches-and-heartaches.html' title='of bodyaches and heartaches'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7608757979658694975</id><published>2009-01-03T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T17:02:10.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of the adrenaline rush</title><content type='html'>Exercising have made me realise how much I miss the adrenaline rush that I used to be addicted to back in secondary school. Other than that, it also reminded me of some things I used to have; leg muscles and stamina. My body mass is considerably taking a toll on my injured left knee. I am hoping to shed some weight before I start limping. And in case you're wondering, losing weight is not my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 years and 10 years goals are still the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7608757979658694975?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7608757979658694975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-adrenaline-rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7608757979658694975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7608757979658694975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-adrenaline-rush.html' title='of the adrenaline rush'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-6898627630907973842</id><published>2008-12-30T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:58:26.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a new year resolution</title><content type='html'>It is that time of the year again where everyone starts reflecting on the past year.&lt;br /&gt;How has the year been for me?&lt;br /&gt;It has been one eventful year . Most things went as planned. There were times I did wish things should have turned out differently but I guess everything happens for a reason. If I were to sum up the whole year into one mathematical equation, it would turn out something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardwork + (Luck x 2) + Planning - Love = 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6898627630907973842?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6898627630907973842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-new-year-resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6898627630907973842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6898627630907973842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-new-year-resolution.html' title='of a new year resolution'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7503637465530789711</id><published>2008-12-29T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:49:54.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a particular aspiration</title><content type='html'>An msn conversation which I had with someone recently left me dumbfounded for a moment. Although I have always been sure of what I want, what was said never strucked me before. Was I too consumed in my aspirations that I become blind to reality? I have to admit that it is worrying. I will be shattered and definitely disappointed if I am not able to realise my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I have to change my aspirations?&lt;br /&gt;I can only pray to God that everything goes as planned because I swear I will not know how to change my plans. Adjusting it is out of the question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7503637465530789711?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7503637465530789711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-particular-aspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7503637465530789711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7503637465530789711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-particular-aspiration.html' title='of a particular aspiration'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7440126823166117222</id><published>2008-12-29T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:52:28.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of ...</title><content type='html'>It is annoying to have something bugging you right at the back of your head. It is even more annoying if it is something you can't seem to put your finger to it. Being too blunt and straightforward has its consequences. Maybe it is better to hold one's tongue when faced with a certain situation where you find yourself having so many things to say and ask. Sometimes it is better not to know. However, I always succumb to my curiosity; the need to know answers. And so, I will end up asking and eventually knowing and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;So, what now? I'll eventually pick up the pieces where I've left off. I am not sure if I really want it. Maybe this is another one of my silly personal challenges of manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I'll continue with my facade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7440126823166117222?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7440126823166117222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/12/of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7440126823166117222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7440126823166117222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/12/of.html' title='of ...'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-1007079399966551018</id><published>2008-10-04T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:28:41.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my past</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been meeting several people from my past. Is this a sign of some sort?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-1007079399966551018?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1007079399966551018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-my-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1007079399966551018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1007079399966551018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-my-past.html' title='of my past'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7777044522633429255</id><published>2008-10-03T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:33:14.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of starbucks and bagels</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I last spend my afternoons at starbucks with great company. Back then it was coffee with Mira, my girlfriend and partner i crime. I have to say that I miss her now. It was great while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is not too bad now either. The coffee still taste the same and the company now... hmm is still great but a different person. A great pal and confidante whom I've grown attached and closed to since the day I joined uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to hit the books now. I have lots of assignments to finish. Will update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7777044522633429255?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7777044522633429255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-starbucks-and-bagels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7777044522633429255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7777044522633429255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-starbucks-and-bagels.html' title='of starbucks and bagels'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-429108046077241835</id><published>2008-10-02T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:44:38.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my long absence</title><content type='html'>At last... I am finally back here after a very long period of absence. I have to say that I have been very busy and also lazy this past year. Many things have taken place in my life. Some of these experiences have made me realise how important it is to believe in myself and also to live my life the way I want it. I only get to live once and I might as well make the best out of it. Achieve what I've always dream of and also to give back to the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 years teaching have made me mature in my thoughts as well as actions. I have to say that I am not as repulsive as I used to be. I am also a more patient person now. I am glad I took the teaching track. I am also glad that I decided to become a teacher...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-429108046077241835?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/429108046077241835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-my-long-absence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/429108046077241835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/429108046077241835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-my-long-absence.html' title='of my long absence'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-3025280288222726096</id><published>2007-07-04T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:32:15.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatigue'/><title type='text'>of a groggy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>I am so sleepy at this moment that I find it very difficult to keep my eyes open. Being in heels for more that 12 hours yesterday was seriously no joke. The fatigue is really getting to me. It starts from my feet and it slowly progresses to other parts of the body. At this moment however, it's at my brain telling me to shut down all thinking devices and to switch to sleep mode. The day have not even started for me. Gosh! How am I going to last till 5.30pm?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-3025280288222726096?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3025280288222726096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-groggy-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3025280288222726096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3025280288222726096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/07/of-groggy-wednesday.html' title='of a groggy Wednesday'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4160414504820219487</id><published>2007-06-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:11:18.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my children'/><title type='text'>of my children</title><content type='html'>This week seem to pass by so quickly. It's going to be a really short term. So many things are going to take place at the same time. I hope I'll overcome this term well. Not like last term. I hope to be more productive and also fun. A few of my p6 pupils hinted to me that I am no longer as fun as what I was like back during my first practicum in 2005. They were in p4 back then. Yeah, I've watched them grow up from young little boys and girls into pre teenagers. Boy, how they mature so fast. Their mindset and personality have changed drastically. Those who were so quiet back then are very vocal and talkative now. Well, it is a good thing coz I enjoy class discussions and sometimes debates with my pupils. On top of that, I also enjoy talking about all sort of non-curriculum stuff with my pupils. It's really intriguing. Yes, they may be young and to others immature  but some of them seem to have gone through alot in life and the answers they give you might just blow you away. On the other hand, their thoughts and answers can be really innocent and funny too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure going to miss my pupils. They've made me realise how wonderful it is to be innocent. Well, thank you children for making me realise that there is always more to life than you can ever expect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4160414504820219487?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4160414504820219487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-my-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4160414504820219487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4160414504820219487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-my-children.html' title='of my children'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2810148184207452204</id><published>2007-06-26T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:05:48.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>of my career</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since I've become a full fledged teacher. Though teaching was not my first career choice, I have to say that I love it. Really love every second of it including the setbacks that I sometimes face from the school, heads, parents, pupils and etc. I believe these setbacks have helped shaped me into who I am today. As cliche as it may sound, its been fufilling and rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really tell if I'll be a teacher all my life coz there might be some opportunities too good to be missed awaiting me in the future. Whatever it is, I'll always be part of the education system. Contributing my work in any way possible, be it teaching, planning, researching or maybe lecturing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2810148184207452204?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2810148184207452204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-my-career.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2810148184207452204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2810148184207452204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-my-career.html' title='of my career'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-395607730204070795</id><published>2007-04-28T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T19:38:48.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><title type='text'>of the theatre competition</title><content type='html'>Alas, here are the long awaited pictures for the theatre competition I blogged about. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMxE3UlASI/AAAAAAAAABc/F8LsKX0wu5w/s1600-h/0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440766106698018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMxE3UlASI/AAAAAAAAABc/F8LsKX0wu5w/s320/0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right after we received the prizes. And yes, we brought our school flag along. We were the only school that brought our flag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMxFHUlATI/AAAAAAAAABk/_qbJr0hxBsk/s1600-h/0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440770401665330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMxFHUlATI/AAAAAAAAABk/_qbJr0hxBsk/s320/0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole team from Temasek Primary together with parents, judges and principal of Bedok View Secondary School.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw13UlANI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cazsEfZ4bM/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440508408660178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw13UlANI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7cazsEfZ4bM/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My pupils during their break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2XUlAOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JNg1SeDs3OU/s1600-h/0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440516998594786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2XUlAOI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JNg1SeDs3OU/s320/0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While waiting for results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2XUlAPI/AAAAAAAAABE/MJvgW1Vpemo/s1600-h/0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440516998594802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2XUlAPI/AAAAAAAAABE/MJvgW1Vpemo/s320/0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best male actor in a lead role! My Ah Boy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2nUlAQI/AAAAAAAAABM/PJBWk95K9cM/s1600-h/0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440521293562114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2nUlAQI/AAAAAAAAABM/PJBWk95K9cM/s320/0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay! We got first!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2nUlARI/AAAAAAAAABU/8QduinAYJ5w/s1600-h/0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058440521293562130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMw2nUlARI/AAAAAAAAABU/8QduinAYJ5w/s320/0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Together with one of the judges. He's cute in person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-395607730204070795?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/395607730204070795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-theatre-competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/395607730204070795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/395607730204070795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-theatre-competition.html' title='of the theatre competition'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RjMxE3UlASI/AAAAAAAAABc/F8LsKX0wu5w/s72-c/0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-3669458858093754363</id><published>2007-04-15T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:28:58.133+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrations'/><title type='text'>of celebrations</title><content type='html'>Yay!!!!! We won. We are the champion for the 'Teater Cilik' competition organised by Bedok View Secondary. And also, one of my boys received the best actor award in a leading role. Kudos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! Will update with pictures once I get hold of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are doing their practicum:&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your last week. Enjoy it ok. You will definitely miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are in NIE preparing for their exams and finishing their last research paper:&lt;br /&gt;Take care of your health ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all:&lt;br /&gt;Take care ok and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-3669458858093754363?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3669458858093754363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3669458858093754363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3669458858093754363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-celebrations.html' title='of celebrations'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-6401377608714076939</id><published>2007-04-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:43:36.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatigue'/><title type='text'>of angst</title><content type='html'>I really need to let it out. There is so much frustration, angst and dissappointment in me. If I don't let it out soon, I swear I'm gonna burst. Head first, of course. I want out. I really do. I guess it's not worth all this facade. I wonder how others can cope so well and I am suffocating down here. Oh God, help me. Is it just me or is it the situation I'm in. How can I possibly falter now! I don't seem to care anymore. It's not worth it. Not worth the effort nor sacrifice. I want to be a lazy bum. Maybe, that way, things will sort of settle at its place. If others can do it, why can't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6401377608714076939?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6401377608714076939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-angst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6401377608714076939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6401377608714076939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-angst.html' title='of angst'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-4674437603085111230</id><published>2007-04-09T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T20:54:45.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatigue'/><title type='text'>of being such a lazy bum</title><content type='html'>I feel so tired at this point of time. There is quite alot to do. The mind is willing but the body is not. I just feel like putting my head on the bed and zooming off to dream land. Well, we all know, I can't do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Ain... Focus. It's Monday night. Maybe after my weekly dosage of Desperate Housewives, I'll be fine and productive. Let's see about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-4674437603085111230?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/4674437603085111230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-being-such-lazy-bum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4674437603085111230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/4674437603085111230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-being-such-lazy-bum.html' title='of being such a lazy bum'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-9094515966251943</id><published>2007-04-08T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T13:26:04.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherries'/><title type='text'>of enjoying my lessons</title><content type='html'>Back in primary school, I was a late bloomer. In primary 1, I was in the cherry group. Yes, the small little ones. The HAs of my class were in the durian group. Then there were the pineapples, apples and oranges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm a December baby. So, when my peers were already 7 years old, I was still 6 and cognitively slower than them. Then again, I managed to catch up after that because of tuition and guidance from home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as a teacher, I can see that my December babies are slower than their peers. I am trying to help them by giving them a little more guidance. Then again, I strongly feel that support from home is equally important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing now and hopefully it'll help my students. And hopefully, one day, these cherries of mine will be at the top of any cake, cupcake or muffin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8n0drSbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J2Zq-dVD_Us/s1600-h/cherryckae.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8n0drSbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J2Zq-dVD_Us/s320/cherryckae.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050924005635869106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8oEdrScI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N7LABQYIKbs/s1600-h/cupckae.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8oEdrScI/AAAAAAAAAAk/N7LABQYIKbs/s320/cupckae.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050924009930836418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8oEdrSdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5coE_XSKVbw/s1600-h/gyyy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8oEdrSdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5coE_XSKVbw/s320/gyyy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050924009930836434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-9094515966251943?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/9094515966251943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-enjoying-my-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/9094515966251943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/9094515966251943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-enjoying-my-lessons.html' title='of enjoying my lessons'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/Rhh8n0drSbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/J2Zq-dVD_Us/s72-c/cherryckae.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2241412268319454881</id><published>2007-04-06T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T10:08:57.740+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my tarot card'/><title type='text'>of beig a star</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/fantastical/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Hope, expectation, Bright promises.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2241412268319454881?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2241412268319454881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-beig-star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2241412268319454881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2241412268319454881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-beig-star.html' title='of beig a star'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-6858490875390621339</id><published>2007-04-05T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:01:30.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random stuff'/><title type='text'>of random thoughts</title><content type='html'>This is a random entry. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes, my tagboard is up again after a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did I end up having lots of fashion consultants in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My pupils told me that I am a VERY fierce cikgu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I was called a "Hot Cikgu" by some P4 pupils. Note: You figure it out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The runny nose is becoming a flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have lots of karangan to mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss being a pupil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've made up my mind. I will apply for study leave after I get my confirmation letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I wish to keep and maintain a low profile but it seems impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to lose weight because someone said,"Wah, sekaranga Cikgu dah chubby sikit." Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-6858490875390621339?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/6858490875390621339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6858490875390621339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/6858490875390621339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-random-thoughts.html' title='of random thoughts'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7849860624632636747</id><published>2007-03-07T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:25:37.823+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voice'/><title type='text'>of our voice tone</title><content type='html'>90% of life's friction is caused by the wrong tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being in Temasek for awhile, I've begin to understand several things better, mainly about our interpersonal relationships with colleagues. The tone of our voice is very important when communicating with another adult. Sometimes I wish that everyone talks nicely. Maybe just maybe, I'll enjoy a little while doing the extra work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7849860624632636747?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7849860624632636747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-our-voice-tone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7849860624632636747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7849860624632636747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-our-voice-tone.html' title='of our voice tone'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-5770556111235887799</id><published>2007-02-22T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:18:43.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p4 boys'/><title type='text'>of reminiscing our past</title><content type='html'>A particular incident in my P4 class today made me ponder - Why is it possible for children to have a fight at one minute and can totally forget about it the next minute? My children, especially these 2 boys in my P4 class never fail to fight with each other. If its not tongue lashing session for them, then it would be slapping of each other's arms and legs. No matter how bad their arguements are or how hard they beat each other, they will still be friends at the end of the day and work together if need be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only its possible for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about it and I realise I was at fault. Yes, I know it took me awhile to chew on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I shall make a public apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nur Namira Binte Mazlan, I am sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-5770556111235887799?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5770556111235887799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-reminiscing-our-past.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5770556111235887799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5770556111235887799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-reminiscing-our-past.html' title='of reminiscing our past'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-1047028706539292021</id><published>2007-02-14T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:45:43.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workshop blues'/><title type='text'>of being only 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This March holidays, I will be one of the presenter for a 3-days workshop. My session will be 3 hours long. Imagine 3 hours of being infront of very experienced teachers who may have been in the profession longer than the number of years I've been on this planet. Kinda worried and nervous about the whole experience. Then again, I do hope everything will be fine and that technology will not backfire on me. Well, being the gung-ho and jakon me, I have print screen a section of my workshop from TRAISI. hehehe! Well, its not like everyday that this kind of thing happens to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031292452268061042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RdK91BKKsXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w7Np0AOqVoQ/s320/my1stworkshop.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-1047028706539292021?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/1047028706539292021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-being-only-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1047028706539292021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/1047028706539292021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-being-only-21.html' title='of being only 21'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XS04XQ07Tx0/RdK91BKKsXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/w7Np0AOqVoQ/s72-c/my1stworkshop.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7425638655690495671</id><published>2007-01-30T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T13:53:40.299+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><title type='text'>of comic and fatigue</title><content type='html'>In approximately 10 minutes time, I will be heading to the AVA room for our in house training. I'll be wasting 2 hours there when that precious 2 hours can be spent marking piles of books. Urgh! I have so much to blog about but can't seem to find enough time to pour out everything. Yeah, teaching is kinda tiring though the only bummer is the marking. I've been good ok. Have not been procrastinating. Just that theres sooooo much word. It's inevitable. I will have to take it one day at a time. Hopefully, everything will go as planned. Take care everyone coz the flu bug is going round to play lots of people a visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7425638655690495671?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7425638655690495671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-comic-and-fatigue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7425638655690495671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7425638655690495671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-comic-and-fatigue.html' title='of comic and fatigue'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7480331309241687981</id><published>2007-01-27T08:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:24:24.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PTC'/><title type='text'>of an upset stomach and PTC</title><content type='html'>Hurray it's Saturday and its being burned up by this Parent-Teacher Conference. Hmph! In 10 minutes, all AM teachers are to assemble in the school hall while parents start to stream in. I will be in school till 12. Argh! Well, there goes my Saturday morning and my beauty sleep. Kinda nervous abut this since its my first PTC. hahaha! Well, whatever it is I'll know what to do and that is... IF YOU CAN'T CONVINCE THEM, CONFUSE THEM! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7480331309241687981?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7480331309241687981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-upset-stomach-and-ptc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7480331309241687981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7480331309241687981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-upset-stomach-and-ptc.html' title='of an upset stomach and PTC'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-5062926631987462466</id><published>2007-01-26T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:04:54.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bliss once again'/><title type='text'>of coupons</title><content type='html'>Nothing beats seeing the happy smiles pasted on my children's faces each time they are presented with the good work coupon. It really helps reinforces good behaviour and also good work. I am glad I used up my last week of the December holidays to do it for them. Gosh, its a work hazard. Been talking about my children way too much even when I'm out with the boyfriend. Oh, he's fine now. Have fully recovered and was sweet enough to send me to school today. All thanks to my wireless presenter (its a mouse used for presentation purposes). Well, he'll put it to good use since its been sitting in the cupboard for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dear boyfriend, just wanna give you some assurance here. Don't worry too much ok. Just remember to wait for me and also let's work hard towards our common goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-5062926631987462466?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/5062926631987462466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-coupons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5062926631987462466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/5062926631987462466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-coupons.html' title='of coupons'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-7098974129845954751</id><published>2007-01-23T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:54:59.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crisis'/><title type='text'>of midlife crisis</title><content type='html'>A friend is suffering from mid life crisis. Being the ever supportive friends, we have been bombarding him wit various ways to spice up his life. Apparently, whatever suggestions we have is being thrown back at us. If its not something that he have done before, then it would be that it takes too much of his time. Hmph! Well friend, don't too much over it aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the boyfriend is suffering from mild deppression. Apparently, the unnecessary pressure that he's been giving himself is maing him lose it. Yes, the final semester is being filled with endless assignments. Then again, don't take it too hard on yourself. You are only human and there is only so much that you can do. Whatever it is, I strongly believe that it is best that you take some time off your work for abit. hmm... spending time with me would be a great pastime. Think about it aite? Take care boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-7098974129845954751?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/7098974129845954751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-midlife-crisis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7098974129845954751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/7098974129845954751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-midlife-crisis.html' title='of midlife crisis'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-2514704289139940776</id><published>2007-01-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:25:22.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing him'/><title type='text'>of neck and shoulder ache</title><content type='html'>The neck and shoulder is starting to ache really bad. Am teaching primary 2, 4 and 6 this year. The work load and marking is terrible. Tons of it. Shall now complain much. Anyways, I had fun this week doing group work with both my P4 and 6 using the talking chips and kuti-kuti. The kuti-kuti that I made is a big hit amongst the students. They simply love it. The cute little icons sure did capture their attention for a long time. I hope to do more group work in time to come. Hopefully they will learn to contain their excitement by then. I can only tolerate constructive noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend and I miss him. Hope you are getting well. Don't worry too much about practicum alright. I'll be there to help you out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-2514704289139940776?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/2514704289139940776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-neck-and-shoulder-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2514704289139940776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/2514704289139940776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-neck-and-shoulder-ache.html' title='of neck and shoulder ache'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-3161130961276333847</id><published>2007-01-18T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:29:23.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>of drowning in my work</title><content type='html'>This school semester have been rather a hectic one for me. Yes, I've now got my full load. The CCA, house practise, 3 levels, pdm meetings, learning circles, sharing sessions, IT Champ and so on. I am now one busy lady. Even in the midst of my busy and hectic schedule, I still try or maybe now tried to understand him. The keyword here is UNDERSTAND. No longer compromising. I have to say this though, I was in NIE too. Well maybe you have tutees but I had a CCA. Hmm... I do not know how I manage this thus far. Have to give myself some credit. I guess drowning in my work is good. It helps keep my mind off things like why is he different. Well, I hope he will try to understand me some day. An sms a day isn't that difficult to type, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-3161130961276333847?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/3161130961276333847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-drowning-in-my-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3161130961276333847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/3161130961276333847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2007/01/of-drowning-in-my-work.html' title='of drowning in my work'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116585694558297357</id><published>2006-12-12T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:09:06.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of a portrait</title><content type='html'>The typical school holiday routine for me is... sleeping late and waking up even later. Not good for the metabolism rate... yada yada yada! Today, mom's been bugging me about a portrait that I should have long delievered or maybe personally handed it over. Then again, we are two busy people or maybe we choose to be busy. So yeah, the portrait has been sitting in the drawer for a very long time. Will mail it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, there was really no need for you to say your piece over at the tagboard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1231/705/320/491231/P1010405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116585694558297357?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116585694558297357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116585694558297357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116585694558297357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-portrait.html' title='of a portrait'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116577059245855720</id><published>2006-12-11T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:09:53.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of reminiscing the past</title><content type='html'>Just finished reading my past blog entries. One particular entry seem to have pinched a corner of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, August 06, 2006&lt;br /&gt;as she looks at his imperfection, she realises one thing... she has asked for those imperfections in him. it was her silent wish to find a man like him. and now as she looks at him again, he's not that bad after all for he completes her in every way possible - emotionally and mentally. he is the answer to her prayers. she is blessed once again. and hopefully this time round she realises that he has tried his best and so should she.&lt;br /&gt;MaDAm SarcAStIc rambles at 7:36 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I've not been giving my best. I should step up. I'm sure, it will be worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116577059245855720?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116577059245855720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-reminiscing-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116577059245855720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116577059245855720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-reminiscing-past.html' title='of reminiscing the past'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116565948478678681</id><published>2006-12-09T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:18:15.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of dates</title><content type='html'>As I get older *ahem*, I seem to realise something. Dates seem to play a major role in my everyday life. For example, dates to submit EPMS, examination script for vetting, pupil's examination day itself, school celebrations, school functions and blah blah blah. Too many work related stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, whenever I think hard enough and reflect on myself, there are certain dates that I choose to remember by hard. Though these dates are insignificant to anyone else, it seems to hold a special meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 November 2005&lt;br /&gt;9 September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can always choose not to remember these dates. Then again, these 2 dates have made it all seem worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, its not how long we've been together. It's how much we've been through. Cliche, I know. But, I just have to say this, you've made me realise alot of things. You made me grow up. You understood. And most importantly, you always see the best in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116565948478678681?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116565948478678681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116565948478678681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116565948478678681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-dates.html' title='of dates'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116516063087550072</id><published>2006-12-03T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:43:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my 21st</title><content type='html'>I have to say that it was a great 21st birthday for me. :) Thank you all for making it such a wonderful one. I've already had 2 celebrations... one more coming up soon. hahaha! Anyways, here is a pic of the great gifts I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1231/705/320/104282/P1010369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once more a big thank you...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For 1st Dec celebration:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Michael, Reza and wife, Mary, Yazida, Bashir, KaiLing, Indriana, Yiying, Rae and Viki. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For 3rd Dec celebration:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you Mak, Bak, Abang Norman, Kak Ita, Kak Fidah, Abang Shah, Haziq, Hazira, Atiqah, Aniqah, Afiq, Boboy, Cik Jan, Kak Norin, Nurni, Nizam, Sam, Halija, Najib, Abang Ashiq, Kak Mira, Cik Piah, Cik Pata, Shafinaz, Cik Sapiah, Mak Long, Nenek, Sheriza, Hakim, Zaid, Cik Ain and children, Cik Jamalia and daughter, Cik Sabariah, Cik Mimi and husband plus their granddaugther and the next door neighbour whom I call nyonya. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For 8th Dec celebration:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you... hmm... I don't know who. I guess thanks in advance to Rizal and company? hahaha! Oi, make sure its a good one. Since its by birthday, you pay!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1231/705/320/738780/P1010315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, a very BIG thank you to mommy for organising everything and paying for it. hahaha! Not forgetting, thanks for the HP iPAQ 6828 yeah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1231/705/320/943686/P1010379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116516063087550072?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116516063087550072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-my-21st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116516063087550072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116516063087550072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/12/of-my-21st.html' title='of my 21st'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116415283726234195</id><published>2006-11-22T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:47:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of body ache</title><content type='html'>I'm now in school, waiting for the time to pass. All of the staff are going to the Fort Canning Park today. No, none of the staff is getting married. The school is having their staff retreat cum planning day today. I'm bored stiff now. Kinda hungry too. Will update soon on lots of stuff. This entry is just to tell you people out there that I'm doing fine. Take care peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116415283726234195?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116415283726234195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-body-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116415283726234195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116415283726234195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-body-ache.html' title='of body ache'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116325747745439254</id><published>2006-11-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T23:04:38.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of child porn</title><content type='html'>The innocent victims of Internet child abuse cannot speak for themselves. But you can. With your help, we can eradicate this evil trade. We do not need your money. We need you to light a candle of support &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;http://www.lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt;. We're aiming to light at least One Million Candles by December 31, 2006. This petition will be used to encourage governments, politicians, financial institutions, payment organisations, Internet service providers, technology companies and law enforcement agencies to eradicate the commercial viability of online child abuse.They have the power to work together. You have the power to get them to take action. Please light your candle at lightamillioncandles.com &lt;&lt;a href="http://www.lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;http://www.lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt; or send an email of support to &lt;a href="mailto:light@lightamillioncandles.com"&gt;light@lightamillioncandles.com&lt;/a&gt;. Together, we can destroy the commercial viability of Internet child abuse sites that are destroying the lives of innocent children. Kindly forward this email to your friends, relatives and work colleagues so that they can light a candle too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116325747745439254?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116325747745439254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-child-porn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116325747745439254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116325747745439254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/11/of-child-porn.html' title='of child porn'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116204783239541967</id><published>2006-10-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:03:53.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of drawing tablets</title><content type='html'>So yeah... as you people know, I've been itching for a new gadget for quite some time now. And yes, I got something new. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! A cool &lt;a href="http://www.wacom.com.sg/price/price.php#intuos3tablet"&gt;Intuos 3 A5 drawing tablet&lt;/a&gt;!!! And no, my mom didnt buy it for me. It's from the school. Just had to call up the company, got a quotation, signed and faxed it over. The next day, WALA! It's delivered to the General Office. Now, I can design stuff using the Photoshop CS2 and the cool drawing tablet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, not only am I a spoilt brat at home, I'm being pampered by the school too. I bet you must be sooooooo jealous of me. Oh, I love being a teacher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116204783239541967?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116204783239541967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-drawing-tablets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116204783239541967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116204783239541967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-drawing-tablets.html' title='of drawing tablets'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116196677745213832</id><published>2006-10-28T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:32:59.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of revising</title><content type='html'>The SA II exams kicked off today. The higher MT paper was quite challenging. Hope at least 3 of them ace it. The EM2 MT paper is on 1 Nov. Hoping for more Band 1s. As for failures, I'm anticipating a few. Not asking for much this time round. For every exam, the results must be a bell shaped graph. So yeah CONFIRM GOT failures. That's life, isnt it. Ruled by statistics and graphs. The ups and downs. Everything seems so mathematical and scientific. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be organising a year end party for my P5s. P1s... too young! They'll get their chance. Or maybe will give them goodie bags with lots of tidbits and candies. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The messages left in my tag board is beginning to irritate me. Shall put it down soon. Like I always say to my students, "Biar tak pandai, jangan memandai-mandai. Kalau takde pape yang baik untuk diucapkan, tutup sahaja mulut tu."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116196677745213832?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116196677745213832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-revising.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116196677745213832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116196677745213832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-revising.html' title='of revising'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116072411451264770</id><published>2006-10-13T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T15:22:00.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of what the hell</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been in a situation in which you wonder if you have said something wrong or might have hurt another person unintentionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've come to realised something, there is really no need for me to have those feelings. The reason is simple. At the end of the day, it is not what others think of you that really matters because they will be living their life and you, yours. They wouln't bother to stop and think of the things you said nor the apology you made because of the things you think might have hurt the latter. He/She wouldn't care less. Then, somewhere along the way, that person does something to hurt you instead. The irony is, he/she is oblivious to it. So, why bother about others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people may not take it seriously but being the person that I am, I do hold grudges. I believe its only fair to treat people the way they treat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when I think about it, you had no right to be angry at me. I was just too silly to get upset about it. It was your fault after all. The funniest thing is, you guys are on good terms again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I know. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116072411451264770?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116072411451264770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116072411451264770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116072411451264770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-what-hell.html' title='of what the hell'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-116006930166828235</id><published>2006-10-06T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:28:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of stuff</title><content type='html'>Children's day was celebrated with some spoof performances by the teachers. It was kinda interesting and fun. I managed to live my fantasy of being a rockstar performing on stage with an inflated guitar though. No electrical guitar for me. Had great fun. Was called Cikgu Nur Ain Twohill after the performace because of my Paul Twohill hairstyle and manner while on stage. So yeah... I had my fair share of gifts on teachers' day, now its the children's turn. I wanted to give them something different from other teachers. Something that is unique enough and cherishable. So I made a photo collage for both my P1 and P5 students. Printed them out on photo paper. Then pasted magnetic strips at the back of each piece. Clipped a cute animal / aeroplane paper clip at one corner and place it in an envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the collage or whatever you wish to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/gfgdg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="63" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/sgsga.jpg" width="86" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; On top of that, my P1 children received pencils with cute animal tips and my P5 children received highlighters. As for my practicum classes, I gave them pens with a little note in them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotta hit the sack now. Super tired. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Selamat menjalankan ibadah berpuasa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-116006930166828235?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/116006930166828235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116006930166828235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/116006930166828235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/10/of-stuff.html' title='of stuff'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115882492100981398</id><published>2006-09-21T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T15:48:41.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of sva</title><content type='html'>I intend to send  1 team from my IT club for the School Video Awards. So yeah, have asked the students to do  storyboard for their video and they came up with no original ideas. Some did on drug abuse while others did on terrorism. Yeah, they did try to be funny with the Osama bit and all. However, it's not what I wanted from them. I guess, their creative juices are drained out till the final drop over the years they spent in primary school. So, it's no wonder that there are not many creative people around in Singapore. Anyways, no empirical thesis have been done on this matter so yeah don't quote me.&lt;br /&gt;I need help. Help from you creative souls out there. Help me think of an original idea for an advertisement (1min) or docmentary (5min). Just the idea. Leave the rest to me and of course my silly students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more information, please go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.evideo.edu.sg/competitions/7th_sva.html"&gt;http://www.evideo.edu.sg/competitions/7th_sva.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me at &lt;a href="mailto:madam_sarcastic@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;madam_sarcastic@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;  if you have any good ideas aite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I am mentally preparing myself for the fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramadhan = fasting,&lt;br /&gt;fasting = more delicious food for buka,&lt;br /&gt;more food = put on weight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... well at least I'll get to spiritually cleanse my soul during this month. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115882492100981398?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115882492100981398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-sva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115882492100981398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115882492100981398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-sva.html' title='of sva'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115798491225281932</id><published>2006-09-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T22:28:32.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of laziness and lethargic</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I did some stuff that I used to enjoy in the past. Yeah... you said it! I guess I've aged alot this past 2 years. Really alot. Been through some stuff that I shall not dwell on. Then again, these past experiences have shaped me into the person I am now. Good or bad, that's up to you to decide. However, I am glad that certain things did happen and it has made me treasure things that I have now. Thank you for the moments. They were sweet while it lasted. As for now, I've found my grande mint java chip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115798491225281932?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115798491225281932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-laziness-and-lethargic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115798491225281932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115798491225281932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-laziness-and-lethargic.html' title='of laziness and lethargic'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115782220951747325</id><published>2006-09-10T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:16:49.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my whole new perspective</title><content type='html'>All this while, I didn't realise how much I wanted him to say those words. It was heart warming to hear him say all that. It must have been something he ate earlier that day that made him all emo and sentimental. I really appreciate it. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what. I have a good vibe about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;Carry you around when your arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;Build you a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Give you my coat when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;Need you&lt;br /&gt;Feed you&lt;br /&gt;Even let ya hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;I could be the man who grows old with you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna grow old with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just super cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115782220951747325?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115782220951747325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-my-whole-new-perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115782220951747325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115782220951747325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-my-whole-new-perspective.html' title='of my whole new perspective'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115711703040035820</id><published>2006-09-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T21:23:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of teachers' day part II</title><content type='html'>I love my students to bits. Yes all of them. My P1s and P5s, even the notorious and lazy ones. No, not because of the gifts, but because they are appreciative and they showed it through their messages and gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my P5 did when I came into class.... When I opened the classroom door my children jumped and shouted "Surprise!!!". No, I wasnt shocked. I anticipated them to do that coz 2 of them were acting weird and told me to go to my staffroom first. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/P1010025.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010025.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check this out! I didnt give them homework that day. Hahaha! I want them to enjoy the hols. Just work hard when in school, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010026.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All of my prezzies before they are unwrapped. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/P1010053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010053.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The inedible stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/P1010066.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010066.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The perishable and edible stuff!!! Yum yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/P1010065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cards received!!! They are so cute!!! Yes, that bald looking person in that drawing is supposed to be me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010067.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And of coz the gifts are from my...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cute, adorable, sweet and talkative Primary 1s...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/hdyry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And the ever enthusiastic, eccentric, crazy, fun and loveable bunch of Primary 5s!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/P1010041.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/P1010041.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer teachers' day to my birthday! hehehe! In fact, everyday is teachers' day coz everyday in school, my students never failed to bring a smile to my face. Yes, they do make me angry at times. Then again, they are children after all. Children never fails to make an adult angry. It's just their nature. Thank you my dearest children for making my first few months in Temasek Primary an enjoyable one. I guess, I would want to make teaching my life long career and it's all because of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115711703040035820?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115711703040035820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-teachers-day-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115711703040035820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115711703040035820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-teachers-day-part-ii.html' title='of teachers&apos; day part II'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115709312403664361</id><published>2006-09-01T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:45:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of graduation</title><content type='html'>Ah! I know that this is long due. Then again, its better late than never. Below are some photos taken during our NIE convocation. Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/jtjyrdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/jtjyrdy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 3 stooges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/jfjghjkkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/jfjghjkkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The eccentric Art programme friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/kjkfjkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/kjkfjkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 2 most important women in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/ain%20convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/ain%20convo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my graduation gifts! Ferrero bouquet which has 24 ferreros in it was from my 2 aunts. The froggie in the basket with the adorable blue dress and holds a little bouquet with a little froggie in that bouquet is from mommy. The graduation bear with the nerdy specs is from my godmother. Its gown has a red sash infront just like mine!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/jhdhdhhd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/jhdhdhhd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The vintage queens. Our long awaited picture together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/gdfghjjkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/gdfghjjkk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With kak lina!!! There! See my ferreros! Oh, the stalk of rose in kak lina's hand was from me. hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/gsgsg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/gsgsg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They spelled my name wrongly!!!! Sound so cina! Nue Ain!!! Anyways, they will post me an amended copy FOC next week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/gfjdhdhhr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/gfjdhdhhr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh! Thats a very wide senyuman. Baik senyum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115709312403664361?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115709312403664361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115709312403664361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115709312403664361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-graduation.html' title='of graduation'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115704147234323978</id><published>2006-09-01T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:24:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of teachers' day</title><content type='html'>To all teachers out there. Please go to &lt;a href="http://teachersday.sg"&gt;http://teachersday.sg&lt;/a&gt; to view messages written by students to their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the purpose of this blog entry is not about publicising that website but more about sharing with you what my students have wrote about me. (I only told the students about the website even before the principal emailed to the teachers about it.) Below are some of the messages that my students have posted for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if only every day is teachers' day! After reading the messages, I am so proud of myself. Well done Ain! I didnt know that I have touched my students' life and have made changes in them. Well, I hope the messages are sincere. I know this may sound cliche but teaching is a rewarding career! Thank you my beloved students for making my first teachers' day a memorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Dear Miss Nur Ain, Thank you for teaching me malay. You are one of the best, funniest and sweetest teacher I have ever met.You also made me won 6th place in the story-telling competition. Thank you for being my teacher. From, Raqibah Raqibah,5D of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Assalamualaikum cikgu, saye rasa bahwa pengajaran kamu telah membuat saya mendapat markah tinggi.Walaupun cikgu telah selalunya memarahi saya, saya selalunya buat bodoh.Saya harap cikgu akan bersama saya hingga darjah 6 SAYA HANYA MAHU MENGUCAPKAN SELAMAT HARI GURU!!! Dari murid "baik" kamu, Afiq Ahmad Afiq,Mt of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Dear Cikgu Nur Ain, Happy Teacher's Day!Thank you for teaching me this term.When you came in to our mother tongue class, my malay gets better and better.I had a great time with you. I just like the time when you made us do the group work together and challenge with the other groups.I hope that you will continue teaching me next near.So once again happy teacher's day!From your student,Sofea Adilla. Sofae Adilla,5G of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,Dear Miss Nur Ain, I am very thankful that I have a teacher like you.That's because you sometimes take us to the computer lab.You always wanted us to be clever and independent by giving us homework and do computer projects by ourselves.We were sorry that sometimes we make you angry.But I manage to hand in my homeworks sometimes.But everyday I always tried to hand in all my homework even though it is a lot.Sometimes you tried not to give us homework by letting us finish it in school.You are the best malay teacher I have met. Abu Bakar,5G of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Dear Ms Nur Ain, Thank u for teaching me malay.u r the best n beautiful teacher i ever met.u made me improve in my malay and made me learn more things bout this subject.Your funniest n sweetest moment with the class can never be forget. From, Inqa Inqa Widu Ayu,5G of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,Dear Miss Nur Ain, I am lucky to have a teacher like you.You are kind and helpful.I also help her sometime.Thank You and HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!!!!! Muhd Ashraaf Bin Rusli,5K of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Cikgu Nur Ain,DEAR CIKGU, WHEN I LOOK AT YOU , YOU ALWALS MAKE ME SMILE.YOU SOMETIMES MAY BE ANGRY,BUT YOU CAN ALWAYS MAKE ME CHEER UP WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL SMILE. MAAF SAYA CIKGU APA YANG SAYA LAKUKAN. YOU ARE THE BEST. HAPPY TEACHERS DAY. DURRANI,YOUR MOST BELOVED STUDENT. Durrani,5E of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain ,hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Cikgu i wish you HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY.I never had a better teachers who would use games to help us in our Malay.I really thank you for helping me improve in my Malay since the start you start teaching me and may i ask you something,do you like chocolate cake and Chinese anime? Zulkarnain Bin Mohd Zin,Primary 5D of 2006,Temasek Primary School .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Hello Cikgu Nur Ain, Happy Teacher's Day.It might interest you to know that i never had a better teacher than you.Ever Since you started teaching Malay, my results have impoved.My mother also want to thank you for improving my results.Thank you so much. Your student, Mohamed Shahzaman Mohamed Shahzaman S/O Mohamed Shahjahan,Primary 5E of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mrs Nur Ain Bte Md.Amin,Hi! Cikgu Tnx 4 teaching me this year i broke ur colour pencil but i hope u forgive me and also enjoy TEACHERS DAY......................... from naafiah Siti Naafi'ah Bte S.Zein Bahashwan,5L of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,Dear Miss Nur Ain, I am very lucky to have you as my malay teacher.I know tha Muhd Helmi Bin Bakhtiar,5D of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Selamat petang Cikgu Nur Ain.Awak sedang buat apa?Kalau tidak buat apa-apa,saya hendak cakap dengan awak iaitu "Selamat Hari Guru!" Muhd Taufiq,5K of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Dear Ms Nur Ain, I am happy that you teach me this year altough you are a bit fierce.But remember that the whole class will always miss you..... HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY Be Happy Always........ YHANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sharifah Shahirah ,5L of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,Dear Ms Nur Ain, Whether you tend to scold me sometimes,you are still my best Malay Language teacher.You are kind and always bring us to the computer lab to have some group works.I really wish you could teach me next year.My 2nd language improved alot since you teach me.Thank You very much and Happy Teachers' Day! Nur Fitri Bin Mohd Ramlan,5D of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,DEAR MISS NUR AIN,I WOULD LIKE TO WISH U A HAPPY TEACHERS DAY.I WOULD LIKE 2 THANK U 4 UR KINDNESS. Azura,5L of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,wassup' miss Nur ain you the best teacher but you like to shout but you still the best teacher in the whole wide school and i like to wish A HAPPY TECHEAR'S DAY. FROM NATASHA 5l Natasha,5L of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Hello Cikgu Nur Ain,saya adalah Ahmad Zuhree Bin Rahmat.Saya ialah murid cikgu di class melayu.Saya hormat cikgu dengan hati saya.I suka cikgu ajar kita.Saya suka cikgu untuk lower your volume.Terima Kasih Cikgu Nur Ain.Bye-bye signing off. Ahmad Zuhree,5E of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Hi cikgu.......I would like to wish you a happy teachers day.I am very greatful to have a malay teacher like you.Once again happy teachers day. Shakirah Abdul Rahman Bamadhaj,5K of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Cikgu Nur Ain,Thanks. I never had a good teacher for this subject until you came to teach me! I hope you will teach me again the coming year. I really appreciate the group works and activities you made for us! Thanks again and a happy teachers day! Sharifah Nabila Aljufry,Primary 5 of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Dear Miss Nur Ain, thanks for teaching me how to use the computer. I want to wish you a happy teacher's day!!!!!!!!!! Abraham Lincoln Png Yi Xiong,3H of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nor Ain,Miss nor ain is my Mother Tounge for this year and she is a creative and wonderful teacher and she would let us do groupwork and we would have lots of fun even she would join the fun by doing the work too.She would treat us as friends and she is quite into our worhk and would keep our secrets to herself and thank you.HAPPY TEACHERS DAY. Khairina Bte Omar,Primary 5 of 2006,Temasek Primary School .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Miss Nur Ain,Dear Miss Nur Ain, you are the nicest teacher of all.i love your teaching.wish you a very happy teachers' day. Nur Hariany Binte Ismail,5K of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,DEAR MRS NUR AIN, HAPPY TEACHER"S DAY!! YOU ARE A GLAMOROUS AND LOVING TEACHER. AS A KIND AND LOVING TEACHER WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR STUDENTS AND THEIR STUDIES. THOUGH I HAVE ONLY MET YOU THIS YEAR , I ALREADY LIKE YOU ! Nur Shifa Saiful Ali,5G of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Nur Ain,Thank you for teaching me Malay.U are one of the teacher that is kind and caring. Andi Agus Salam Kahar,Praimary2 of 2005,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Ms Nur Ain,dear ms nur ain, you are the nicest teacher for malay....but like to give alot of homework.....i love your group work...you are so creative on your work&gt;&gt;&gt;HAPPY TEACHER DAY!!!!! Your malay student, norwyldayu Norwyldayu Bte Wisam,Primary 5K of 2006,Temasek Primary School .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,Thx for being supporting and sporting. You are so cool, you are better than other tchers in the school. thx alot! Amanina Hidayah,Primary 5G of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Miss Miss Nur Ain,THANK YOU for teaching us IT and I'm wishing you a HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!!! Matthew Loh Xu Hui,Primary 5K of 2006,Temasek Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ms Nur Ain,dear miss nur ain thank you for teaching me to do certain things on the computer and teaching me how to write this message to you and other Teachers! HAPPY TECHERS DAY! ^_____^ Teng Kar Mahn,Itclub of 2006,Temasek Primary .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly.... a text message from him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy teachers' day dear. You are a capable and responsible teacher. Creative. Sustain the passion and the seeds you plant will blossom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy teachers' day one and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115704147234323978?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115704147234323978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115704147234323978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115704147234323978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-teachers-day.html' title='of teachers&apos; day'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115669015953837791</id><published>2006-08-27T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:49:19.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of disappointments</title><content type='html'>It is one disappointment after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful friendship gone sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 failures for Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;najfjbfjbfjbebf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nklnfdndfjsadjbd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ndkndfkndfknhnh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy to list them down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115669015953837791?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115669015953837791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-disappointments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115669015953837791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115669015953837791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-disappointments.html' title='of disappointments'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115643192051474204</id><published>2006-08-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:05:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of my selfishness</title><content type='html'>i was tactless. i should have thought of what to say. then again, i meant well. i really did. thought you would understand coz you are my friend after all. is this what our friendship have come to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115643192051474204?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115643192051474204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-my-selfishness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115643192051474204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115643192051474204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-my-selfishness.html' title='of my selfishness'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115634105996024965</id><published>2006-08-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:50:59.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of mira</title><content type='html'>to mira.&lt;br /&gt;please stop running away. its killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115634105996024965?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115634105996024965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-mira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115634105996024965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115634105996024965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-mira.html' title='of mira'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115626175423522199</id><published>2006-08-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:49:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of relaxing</title><content type='html'>Whenever I have the little extra time, it will be well spent sleeping in my cosy four poster bed. Seriously, nothing beats having my beauty sleep especially since I always have the bad habit of sleeping late and waking up early the next morning to head to work. Sometimes I just wonder if I'm nocturnal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than sleeping, having a nice iced vanilla latte or grande java chip always relaxes me. Yeah its either s sinful dosage of chocolates or coffee. Keeps me sane at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, another way in which I relax is spending quality time with my dearest Mira at Simpang Bedok or Starbucks. I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115626175423522199?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115626175423522199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-relaxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115626175423522199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115626175423522199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-relaxing.html' title='of relaxing'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115572048541374152</id><published>2006-08-16T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:28:05.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of teaching</title><content type='html'>NIE should have a module on effective marking strategies. Marking is terrible. There's so many things to mark and so little time to spare. In case you still have not get it, I hate marking! I'd prefer churning endless wonderful and interesting lessons plans and manipulatives. At least I can have fun in the process. As for marking, its just emotionally draining. Yes emotionally draining cause students will always make the same silly mistakes that you as a teacher have explained countless times not to do. Argh! Its exasperating. MOE should have teacher assistants. Maybe they can mark the work for me. Give feedback on the student's work... and finally, I'll prepare endless fun filled lessons to further explain certain grammartical concepts which students don't understand. Well that's only wishful thinking on my part. Then again, it's never impossible aite! Students these days are so different. Well, what the heck! I love teaching... Honestly... Especially my loveable little ones. Never ceased to make my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115572048541374152?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115572048541374152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-teaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115572048541374152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115572048541374152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-teaching.html' title='of teaching'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115539932456250159</id><published>2006-08-13T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:15:24.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of creative juices</title><content type='html'>anyone has any idea interesting ideas for a class activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my objective is for the students to realise that discrimination already exists in all of us... be it gender, racial or etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mail me aite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:madam_sarcastic@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;madam_sarcastic@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115539932456250159?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115510264190304787</id><published>2006-08-09T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T13:50:41.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of blogging</title><content type='html'>dear students of temasek primary school... intended mainly for my ever enthusiastic bunch of p5 malay students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be creating another blog mainly for the little competition that i told you about. so yeah in the meantime... decorate your blog nicely aite. fill it with lots of stuff and interesting entries. dont worry about the grammar aspect. if possible, do add in a tagboard so others can tag you! if you have any problems, just send me an email ok. &lt;a href="mailto:madam_sarcastic@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;madam_sarcastic@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115510264190304787?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115510264190304787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115510264190304787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115510264190304787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-blogging.html' title='of blogging'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115486440334367918</id><published>2006-08-06T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:40:03.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of him II</title><content type='html'>as she looks at his imperfection, she realises one thing... she has asked for those imperfections in him. it was her silent wish to find a man like him. and now as she looks at him again, he's not that bad after all for he completes her in every way possible - emotionally and mentally. he is the answer to her prayers. she is blessed once again. and hopefully this time round she realises that he has tried his best and so should she.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115486440334367918?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115486440334367918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-him-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115486440334367918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115486440334367918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-him-ii.html' title='of him II'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115474850124777195</id><published>2006-08-05T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T11:28:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of him</title><content type='html'>everytime the heart decides to call it quits, there is always something that held her back. or rather, she was afraid of being alone. the abandonment would be too great for her to swallow. he, on the other hand always wanted a solution to the problem. was there even one, said she. so back to compromising. she's afraid but can u tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has fallen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallen into the thorns of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115474850124777195?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115474850124777195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115474850124777195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115474850124777195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-him.html' title='of him'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-115005883168162395</id><published>2006-06-12T04:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T04:47:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of responsibilities</title><content type='html'>being a full fledged teacher at the age of 20 is challenging for me. as much as i want to be a role model to my students, there are still several aspects of life that i myself have yet to discover, learn and experience. and thus, there are instances whereby i feel that i am being hypocritical about certain issues. and because of that, i feel that i do not have what it takes to counsel nor advice my students. i still make silly mistakes and how can i possibly reprimand my students for the silly mistakes that they commit. being a teacher is no easy task. its 'heart' work. whatever it is, i hope i am able to be a passionate teacher throughout my service. then again, dont expect me to give up the things that i still wanna do as a young adult. well, u know what and i know what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-115005883168162395?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/115005883168162395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-responsibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115005883168162395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/115005883168162395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-responsibilities.html' title='of responsibilities'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114987717521820602</id><published>2006-06-10T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:19:35.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of myself</title><content type='html'>in our pursuit to find a perfect soulmate, we sometimes tend to ignore the fact that no one is perfect. and because of that, we set standards for our others hoping that one day he/she is able to achieve them. then again, if he/she is unable to do so or worst still, chooses not to do so, we get worked up and upset. have we really forgotten to appreciate everyone's uniqueness and differences? or maybe... are we deluded with the society's expectations of us that we too set standards for others?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114987717521820602?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114987717521820602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114987717521820602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114987717521820602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-myself.html' title='of myself'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114952615412932533</id><published>2006-06-06T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:49:14.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of our lowest low</title><content type='html'>sometimes, life offers us the most unpredictable things during our most vulnerable times. however life can also be cruel as to not grant us our deepest wishes when we most need it. and during those cruel moments that you wish life would be fairer to you. life is a paradox. it'll never be fair in our eyes. then again, we must have faith and believe in ourselves. maybe life has better plans for us. and also God has better plans for us. when one door closes, theres always another that opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a dear friend said this to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when u look ahead, dark n lonely, head twirling, each step heavier than d last, each tear raring, u stop, to plough in d path, is a sin to ur soul, draw a line, cut the edges, plant a route, and embark d thorny ways, for you noe, der your future lies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes we shall not bow down to fate. we have already set our eyes on our goals. now, its only the beginning of our journey. oh Allah give us strength and determination to realise our dreams  for i know it will be one bumpy ride ahead. Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114952615412932533?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114952615412932533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-our-lowest-low.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114952615412932533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114952615412932533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-our-lowest-low.html' title='of our lowest low'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114943447300018906</id><published>2006-06-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:21:13.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of looking forward</title><content type='html'>as we embark on this journey called life, there are many setbacks and obstacles that are bound to come our way. these setbacks and obstacles are not barriers between us and our goals but in actual fact they are factors which makes our goals seem more worthwhile and valuable once accomplised. nothing can be achieved easily without sheer determination and hard work. therefore, it is always important not to set our eyes off our goals coz then, we will only see the obstacles thats bound to come our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114943447300018906?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114943447300018906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-looking-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114943447300018906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114943447300018906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-looking-forward.html' title='of looking forward'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114932009396308124</id><published>2006-06-03T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T15:34:54.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of avatars</title><content type='html'>i'll be 21 soon. and as the days passes by, i've realised how little i've achieved in life. i guess, i have not really lived my life to the fullest. coz if i had, then i wouldn't be wasting my time, watching every hour pass by.  as much as i know it time that time is precious, i'm still as complacent as ever. sometimes in life, you just need a little push. i believe in may come in any forms - be it parents, teachers, friends, money, status and etc. without this push factor, no one can become progressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take the malay community as an example. the malay community then (during the kampung days or colonial times) were complacent and thats where the saying "Melayu malas" was derived from. having enough to eat and having a roof above their heads is adequate for them. there was no thought about entrepreneurship. that was because they are easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly, even now, the Malays are complacent. i cannot say how much but the complacent attitude is still there. just look at those rowdy teenagers who enjoys their lepak session so much. its an eyesore. i am not saying that chilling out and hanging out with friends is a no-no. just that, the lepak activity should be something that does not attract too much attention. theres completely no reason for them (the teenagers) to be lying on the floor and making so much noise. it makes it seem like they are from some ghetto with no respect for themselves nor the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though there have been ways to curb all that, it is still undeniable that this unhealthy 'lepak budaya' will carry on. i guess it all has to start from home. and after that, school. education does play an important role. however, if there is no collaboration from home, then all that is done in school is just wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i am proud to be a Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kekata Hang Tuah, "Takkan Melayu hilang di dunia!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114932009396308124?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114932009396308124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-avatars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114932009396308124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114932009396308124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-avatars.html' title='of avatars'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114913923406304668</id><published>2006-06-01T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:20:34.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of relationships</title><content type='html'>sometimes in life, you will tend to wonder about things that you did not choose. life is a paradox. while at one time, you tell yourself not to regret wotever decisions you have made, at other times you will wonder, what if i had made a different choice. would my life still be the same? is it only human to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for telling me all that. then again, i'm glad i chose this path coz at least now, i dont have to wonder anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114913923406304668?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114913923406304668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114913923406304668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114913923406304668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-relationships.html' title='of relationships'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114896717259064367</id><published>2006-05-30T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:32:52.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wot</title><content type='html'>the parent-teacher meeting was definitely an eye opener for me. parents these days have evolved to a whole new species. as much as i want to deny the fact that parents these days are unreasonable, i have no right to do so. it is because of 1 factor, i am not a parent myself and therefore am not exposed to the high expectations of the education system in the parents perspective. the education system now is very different from what i've been through. though it has only been 9 years since i left primary school, it is undenialble that children these days are more stressed about their work. the government's call for having a holistic development for the child have not only drained the child physically but also mentally and emotionally. back then, there wasnt such thing as holistic education. if you are good in sports, fine be good in it. if you are good linguistically, fine be good in it. there was no such thing as being nurtured to be good in everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the question is, will these Y generation end up being happy in the future or will they end up saying, "what am i good at? i was made to do everything then and now i'm still lost." shouldnt children be allowed to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am glad that i was allowed to choose. i am a happy X generation baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114896717259064367?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114896717259064367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/wot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114896717259064367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114896717259064367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/wot.html' title='wot'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114847025916761161</id><published>2006-05-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:30:59.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of office wear</title><content type='html'>Then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/ain_philips%20morris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/ain_philips%20morris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/officewear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/officewear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've revamp my wardrobe for work. its all formal wear for me. no more the slack and casual look. that's only suitable when i was a trainee teacher. now, as a full pledged teacher, of course i have to dress well to potray a professional image. so yeah, i've been wearing heels and wedges this whole week. my feet hurts and i miss my flipflops. apparently, a few teachers have taken notice of the drastic change in my style and clothes. a certain HOD who i shall call Olive said "After a week, you'll be back to your old style." i was like what the hell! well anyways i shall continue with my current dress sense for work coz i notice that little children like well dressed teachers. they'll go like, "you look so pretty" or "you have nice shoes". hahaha! i know. i'm shameless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114847025916761161?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114847025916761161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-office-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114847025916761161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114847025916761161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-office-wear.html' title='of office wear'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114831368142360596</id><published>2006-05-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:01:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of hard workers and smart workers</title><content type='html'>there are 2 types of workers - the hardworking ones and the smart ones. you would call them the hardworkers and smartworkers. the only similarity between the two is that they both produce results. i do not know of what value though as there are many variables to account for. anyways, i hate the smartworkers. maybe because i am not one and am unable to be one. i fall in the hardworker category coz i always work till i slough my guts. at times its worth it but at times its nerve wrecking. i have to work smart now. no time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was my first day of work. will be teaching primary 1 , 3 and 5. my p5 is the notorious class. hmm... 'number one' said "you'll be teaching p5 huh. do read up on that." i was like what the hell! anyways, i'm in charge of IT club. yay! lucky me its not brownies. i cant stand the girls. gets on my nerves sometimes. so shrieky and all. ahhh i prefer boys. rowdy boys are definitely better and easier to handle than shrieky girls. and also i'm the level rep for p1. i'll be setting the p1 end year exam papers this year. so many things to do. so sary. well, i'll take everything in my stride. if theres one thing that i have and other teachers dont is STAMINA STAMINA and STAMINA. i'm only 20 of coz i have the stamina. and also lesser home commitments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114831368142360596?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114831368142360596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-hard-workers-and-smart-workers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114831368142360596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114831368142360596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-hard-workers-and-smart-workers.html' title='of hard workers and smart workers'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114786855143928154</id><published>2006-05-17T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:22:31.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equations</title><content type='html'>stupid man + clever woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;clever man + stupid woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about (clever man + clever woman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer is impossible because only opposites attract right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114786855143928154?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114786855143928154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/equations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114786855143928154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114786855143928154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/equations.html' title='equations'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114762499296437450</id><published>2006-05-14T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:10:51.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mothers day</title><content type='html'>Nabi Muhammad SAW telah bersabda kepada umatnya dalam Hadis Riwayat Bukhari dan Muslim.&lt;br /&gt;Seorang lelaki telah bertemu dengan Nabi Muhammad SAW dan bertanya kepadanya, ''Ya Rasulullah, siapakah manusia yang lebih berhak aku pergauli dengan baik?'' Lantas Nabi menjawab,''Ibumu." Kemudian lelaki itu bertanya lagi, "Kemudian siapa?" Nabi menjawab lagi. "Ibumu". Sekali lagi lelaki itu bertanya, "Kemudian siapa?" Nabi pun menjawab, "Ibumu." Akhir sekali lelaki itu bertanya lagi, "Kemudian siapa pula?" Lantas Nabi menjawab, "Ayahmu dan kemudiannya sesiapa yang lebih dekat lagi kepadamu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betapa tingginya darjat ibu dan juga betapa murninya tugas ibu. Berikut adalah sekuntum sajak khas buat ibuku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonda,&lt;br /&gt;Dikaulah nurani hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Yang kekal bercahaya&lt;br /&gt;Menerangi hidupku yang kelam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpamu:&lt;br /&gt;Siapalah aku?&lt;br /&gt;Manakah tempat manjaku,&lt;br /&gt;Manakah peganganku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya;&lt;br /&gt;Doamu lebih makbul&lt;br /&gt;di sisi tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;Syurga yang nikmat&lt;br /&gt;terletak di telapak kakimu.&lt;br /&gt;Betapa murninya kamu&lt;br /&gt;wahai bonda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun:&lt;br /&gt;Ketahuilah bonda,&lt;br /&gt;tidak pernah aku lupakan&lt;br /&gt;jasamu kepadaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama ada:&lt;br /&gt;Sejakku masih di rahimmu,&lt;br /&gt;Sejakku dahagakan air susumu,&lt;br /&gt;Sejakku lena dalam buaianmu,&lt;br /&gt;Dan sejakku mencapai usia remajaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bonda,&lt;br /&gt;Dikaulah yang ku sayangi,&lt;br /&gt;Dikaulah yang ku hormati,&lt;br /&gt;Dikaulah yang ku segani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasihmu bonda,&lt;br /&gt;tiada sempadan,tiada tolok&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;bandingan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114762499296437450?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114762499296437450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114762499296437450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114762499296437450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mothers day'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14367616.post-114759958924046666</id><published>2006-05-14T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T17:39:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dnd</title><content type='html'>the dinner and dance on 12th april was rather emotional. not only did it signify the closure of NIE townsville campus after 9 years of intake but it also signify the end of my journey in NIE. i am now a full pledged teacher. all on my own to face the world. its scary and i'm sure the journey will not be a smooth sailing one. come what may, i believe that with the support and encouragment from family and friends, i will be able to pull through any setbacks. of course most importantly, is the experience and knowledge gained rather than the goal itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are some pictures taken during the dinner and dance. enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; madamsarcastic back in the 1970s. weeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; check out my retro hair~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; madamsarcastic loves salads~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charlies' angels?!?! so yeah i opted for the decent and preppy girl of the 1970s look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kak fynz, dtempest, madamsarcastic and mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm10.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm10.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Table 7 aka 'impian bateks'. yeah it is spelled as bateks... really clueless as to where they got the name from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm16.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm16.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a cuddly photo just as we were waiting for the lift. the boys got irritated as to the amount of pictures we girls wanna take. everyone is using a digital camera, why can't you just email to each other. its different boys... coz each camera has different megapixels! :P boys these days are not gadget savy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm17.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm17.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a picture with cikgu ali hanifiah, he'll be teaching in innova jc. such a great teacher. i'll always remember his words...&lt;br /&gt;1) jawab apa yang disoal dan bukan apa yang awak tahu&lt;br /&gt;2) tak hidup kerana doa dan tak mati kerana sumpah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/1600/mm14.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1231/705/320/mm14.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a group photo with cikgu pitchay gani. he looks like ethan hunt with that outfit! haha! yeah maybe the indian version of ethan hunt. i will always remember the pep talk that he gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.:Hidup Townsville!:.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14367616-114759958924046666?l=ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/feeds/114759958924046666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/dnd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114759958924046666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14367616/posts/default/114759958924046666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ignoranceisabliss.blogspot.com/2006/05/dnd.html' title='dnd'/><author><name>Nur Ain Mohd Amin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y186/madamsarcastic/vikinain.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
