<?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-3033802532093739331</id><updated>2012-02-14T23:44:52.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Journey.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-72992225376948406</id><published>2009-02-01T18:58:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:18:40.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>Wooooooo~! This blog is dusty! Well haloo my dearies. Have not been updating. Lazy plus ..... okay maybe just lazy. hehe. Wats up with me now? Well.. I have my boring painful weekdays. And as usually, a kick-ass weekend. So this week, Cinta and I went for a picnic at East Coast Park. I had a fantastic day! We spent the afternoon and evening at East Coast and off to our second favourite place for dinner. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So these are some from our weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWCPdduhyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/woxo2rtNMPc/s1600-h/Picture+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297783738790217506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWCPdduhyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/woxo2rtNMPc/s400/Picture+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297783544415694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWCEJXOrQI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/gfpMIRZjt9Q/s400/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWB9D8JSFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jJd50fssu-0/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297783422700832850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWB9D8JSFI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/jJd50fssu-0/s400/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWB1eL7HfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/v0Bn_HY5fX0/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297783292307381746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWB1eL7HfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/v0Bn_HY5fX0/s400/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBwRn3vSI/AAAAAAAAA_A/akDDbIfBI3s/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297783203035594018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBwRn3vSI/AAAAAAAAA_A/akDDbIfBI3s/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBj1rshMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UtcqjNJFoGg/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782989377012930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBj1rshMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/UtcqjNJFoGg/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBb_Vr2yI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qpWsf9u5LBI/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782854530095906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBb_Vr2yI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qpWsf9u5LBI/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBTMbsQNI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fL4H3Wefrak/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782703426126034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBTMbsQNI/AAAAAAAAA-g/fL4H3Wefrak/s400/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBOk3sUjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YeusQMFvwQE/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782624086676018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBOk3sUjI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YeusQMFvwQE/s400/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBHaXo2OI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/O4yyFRwFvLI/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782501008791778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWBHaXo2OI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/O4yyFRwFvLI/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWA95kHSgI/AAAAAAAAA-I/b9uGKVU-v5A/s1600-h/Picture+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782337583925762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWA95kHSgI/AAAAAAAAA-I/b9uGKVU-v5A/s400/Picture+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWAweUq2eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/skcBNZ229gY/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297782106933090786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWAweUq2eI/AAAAAAAAA-A/skcBNZ229gY/s400/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im loving my boyfriend! Well.. Who doesn't? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-72992225376948406?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/72992225376948406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=72992225376948406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/72992225376948406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/72992225376948406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SYWCPdduhyI/AAAAAAAAA_g/woxo2rtNMPc/s72-c/Picture+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-1544105109243225369</id><published>2008-12-23T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:05:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Out!</title><content type='html'>So on friday i finally got to meet my baby. The day he book out, he had 3 escorts waiting for him which includes me and 2 of his friends. Then we went to his place to put his very very big bag and later had our dinner at Teh Tarik. The following day, we went to Ikea to search for my trousers hanger. When he came over to pick me up, i surprised him my oreo cheesecake! &amp;amp; boy am i glad that he love love loved my cheesecake. He had two servings of the cheesecake! Yups. Thats how delicious it was! =)) Later that day, it was an awesome day spent together. Im super duper glad that we're no longer fighting and every doubts or insecurity was addressed and resolved peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting to mention, i saw one of my darling sister that day, SIMAH!!!! Didnt realise how much i missed her until i saw her that day. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my darling is looking gorgeous day by day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other day, Ruz prompt me in msn and saying that he's going ns in january. He got into police. Which means that his POP is going to be the same day as &lt;em&gt;Cinta.&lt;/em&gt; So i might see him on that day. It doesnt matter. I just want to see &lt;em&gt;Cinta.&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; get to come home tomorrow cause Christmas is Thursday. I was thinking of making him Spaghetti so we can cut down on food when we're out. But then again, it depends what time he books out. Whatever it is, im just glad that i could see him tomorrow. =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-1544105109243225369?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1544105109243225369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=1544105109243225369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1544105109243225369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1544105109243225369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/book-out.html' title='Book Out!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-8820983164076781921</id><published>2008-12-18T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:02:09.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are missed!</title><content type='html'>These people are reported Missing. Missing frm my life! So if u see them, pls tell them i miss them. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MISSING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SUpkEULx4JI/AAAAAAAAA90/mj5HDU-y9FY/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143538345697426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SUpkEULx4JI/AAAAAAAAA90/mj5HDU-y9FY/s400/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing1: Muhammad Hafidz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SUpjqBsVytI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lLsudGslA5k/s1600-h/IMG_4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143086705396434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SUpjqBsVytI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lLsudGslA5k/s400/IMG_4209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;Missing 2: Siti Faiznur&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lucky for me, i would be meeting Mr.Hafidz tmr. But i'll still miss him. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And for Faiz, hopefully next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Todae, i bake &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; oreo cheesecake using my mom's recipe. Hopefully he loves it. And tmr insyaallah i'll wake up on time to make him some Wantons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gdnite smue. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-8820983164076781921?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8820983164076781921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=8820983164076781921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8820983164076781921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8820983164076781921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-are-missed.html' title='You are missed!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SUpkEULx4JI/AAAAAAAAA90/mj5HDU-y9FY/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-874830098655017432</id><published>2008-12-12T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:42:55.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the Air!</title><content type='html'>Cant wait for Friday. Gonna give &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; a surprise! =))&lt;br /&gt;Since holidays is just next week and i have no job, i have plenty of time to prepare a surprise for him.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of making him oreo cheesecake with a welcome back note. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i met Rissa and she told me about her accidental delicious soup noodle. I thought that is a great idea. You know what they say.... &lt;em&gt;The way to a man's heart is through his stomach! &lt;/em&gt;So another surprise would be cooking for him his favourite dish! Which is Wantan Noodle. I know how to make Wantan. But i have no idea how to make the noodle. Which i would learn during my 4 days of doing practically nothing! But first, how do i get the recipe? Prolly do the RP style. Search like mad in the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope and pray that he likes it. Cause if u noe me, u would know that i NEVER cook. I do every housechores except cook! Not that i cant though. I just dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for this sweetheart, i will. Sweet aye? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, i would be celebrating our monthsary alone this month. But thats okay! There's still many more mths to come. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-874830098655017432?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/874830098655017432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=874830098655017432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/874830098655017432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/874830098655017432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the Air!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-3073723664371494603</id><published>2008-12-09T12:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:16:32.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadly, i cant send him today cause i have to be in sch on time. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, i got to spent time with him yesterday.=)&lt;br /&gt;Came home around 12noon yesterday and 2hours later i got ready to meet &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So while everyone else were eating their hearts out celebrating Hari Raya Haji, we went to Marina and spent the rest of the day together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And he's gone now. Nvm i cant send. I could take him when he book out later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST37E0OJFqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4E1j8TPeIB8/s1600-h/DSC00389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650398504097442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST37E0OJFqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4E1j8TPeIB8/s400/DSC00389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST368KKItBI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6nHw2SYPErM/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650249774052370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST368KKItBI/AAAAAAAAA9U/6nHw2SYPErM/s400/Image091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST36u6bX4vI/AAAAAAAAA9M/i3eZyE0tRy4/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277650022213083890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST36u6bX4vI/AAAAAAAAA9M/i3eZyE0tRy4/s400/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST36g0pIgFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/w1J_EmnNmQ0/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649780142014546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST36g0pIgFI/AAAAAAAAA9E/w1J_EmnNmQ0/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday i went down to his place and i got to play with this cute baby, Hazwan(see picture below). Very adorable. &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; has never brought Hazwan jalan-jalan before and when we brought him out, Hazwan was very very excited. &amp;amp; because of that, we look like two idiots running after him. &amp;amp; yes this baby can run. One hell of a good exercise for us. Soon, this adorable kid is gonna have a sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST36WPkhBUI/AAAAAAAAA88/5SVUqKn5fJI/s1600-h/Image001+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649598391846210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST36WPkhBUI/AAAAAAAAA88/5SVUqKn5fJI/s400/Image001+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till then, take care. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-3073723664371494603?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3073723664371494603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=3073723664371494603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3073723664371494603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3073723664371494603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/sadly-i-cant-send-him-today-cause-i.html' title=''/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/ST37E0OJFqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/4E1j8TPeIB8/s72-c/DSC00389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2780269936062785690</id><published>2008-12-01T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:22:15.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Sweet</title><content type='html'>The programme couldnt work today. Only four of them could log in to the programme. The rest of us are rotting in class waiting for the clock to strike 2pm. Im one of them rotting in class. I would have left long ago, but i have UT. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been over the top lately. Shit happens. Raising voices at one another almost every night. Slamming the fone down. Tunjuk perasaan lah katekan. So to rebuild this relationship, &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; and I went camping last Saturday. It was a great night spent and a fantastic morning together. I realise my doubts has been the problem all along. I have to stop listening to the voice in my head. Stop listening to other people. And start trusting him once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldnt get up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Couldnt get down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im bored of everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somehow a little black cloud would rain over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone was making me mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good turned bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Id lose everything to get you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to get you back but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting to mention, Izzatee was featured in Strait Times last Sunday for the Twilight gathering interview. Am definitely proud of her. She's extremely dedicated to the things she love. I admire her for that. All the best in everything you do Darling! =) *hugs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes.. Faiz Darling birthday is coming. Soon soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a job. Pls pls pls. Hire me pretty pls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You should know what goes around comes around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shame on u if u fool me once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shame on me if u fool me twice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Sweet sweet revenge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2780269936062785690?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2780269936062785690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2780269936062785690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2780269936062785690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2780269936062785690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/12/programme-couldnt-work-today.html' title='Bitter Sweet'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-3500880460742716004</id><published>2008-11-13T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:19:13.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Smile smile*</title><content type='html'>So yesterday after school i met &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt;. Initially he said he had work but later he msged saying that he changed his plan and that we're meeting. However, as the night before we were on cold war, thus when we met, we were like this.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRvdMuy6kRI/AAAAAAAAA80/SpM0W2UHTyg/s1600-h/i-dont-like-you.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268047399929680146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRvdMuy6kRI/AAAAAAAAA80/SpM0W2UHTyg/s400/i-dont-like-you.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got stuck in school cause it was raining heavily. We sat at the bench for a good 1.5hours! And for the first hour, we werent talking at all. Then this apek and nyonya broke the silence. He made a joke out of this apek and nyonya who were quarelling about the rain. I laughed so hard i cried. Then finally at 5pm it stopped raining. So we decided to go my house to put my laptop. On our way there it started raining again. And i was all wet! Went home, changed my clothes and then we left to have our dinner. As the day goes by, we were back to ourselves. We didnt know where to go, so we decided to just slack at my house. And it definitely was fun having &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; to teman me until i go to bed. So by the end of the day we were like this.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRvdHHKVa0I/AAAAAAAAA8s/nDqdbVWtOjY/s1600-h/iloveyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268047303391144770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRvdHHKVa0I/AAAAAAAAA8s/nDqdbVWtOjY/s400/iloveyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i ask for a gdnite msg and this morning when i woke up, i got a msg from &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope ur oredi asleep now. Just wanna tell u that i feel glad that we went out even though we started off not talking when we met. I cant think of a word that tells you how happy i am to spend time with you. Btw, i wanna say sorry if some of the things we talked just now or ask you to do, you might not like or agree with. N i dont ever wanna see u leave me, i will oso not leave u. Its up to u to believe me after what i did. I guess its way too long to be a gdnite msg. Hehe. But i wanna say it before i dont have the chance to.... Gdnite my baby n i'll always love u!!*kiss*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How sweeeeet!!! Okay guys. Go ahead. Go puke. Lalalalala~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the other note, im meeting my larling Faiz tmr! Yay yay! So looking forward to it. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-3500880460742716004?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3500880460742716004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=3500880460742716004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3500880460742716004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3500880460742716004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/smile-smile.html' title='*Smile smile*'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRvdMuy6kRI/AAAAAAAAA80/SpM0W2UHTyg/s72-c/i-dont-like-you.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-1223562091202507952</id><published>2008-11-12T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:29:17.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The people i miss.</title><content type='html'>After so long of not meeting, i finally met up wit Jo. Yes i missed him a whole lot! He has a new baby now. Which he bought like 2 weeks ago. Nowadays everyone is getting a Gilera. Damn i hate those seats. Anihoos, we watch Rec. Since im such a scaddy-cat, i think that movie is abit scary. Alot of suspense. &amp;amp; Jo actually screamed like a girl at one point of the show. So funny! I thought he scream coz he wanted to scare me. Skali he screamed cause he terkejot! HAHA. I had a good time with him after getting sick and staying home for almost a week! Thanks for the night love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after so long, i get to chat with my favourite girl, Faiz! I missed her alot too. She's my inspiration to get what i want for my future! Its fun having someone who has the same interest as u. Insyaallah we will both succeed. I'll always pray she'll succeed in this industry for i know how much she wants this just like i do. Nanti kite same2 amek degree okay pompan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miss kau many2!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRqAlH2aDLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Gp50lVT75Ig/s1600-h/IMG_4446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267664089413979314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRqAlH2aDLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Gp50lVT75Ig/s400/IMG_4446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dun tell me what i can or cannot do. Cause my mom didnt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-1223562091202507952?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1223562091202507952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=1223562091202507952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1223562091202507952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1223562091202507952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-i-miss.html' title='The people i miss.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRqAlH2aDLI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Gp50lVT75Ig/s72-c/IMG_4446.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-621675304901692089</id><published>2008-11-05T13:38:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:17:30.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf anyone?</title><content type='html'>GAHHH~! Have been sick this few days. Whatmore with the menses and everything. Grr! My health is getting worst as the day goes by. This morning as soon as i reached school, i looked pale as hell. Flu worsen by break time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, last Friday was &lt;em&gt;Cinta's&lt;/em&gt; off day. As usual we spent the day together. So that day we went to East Coast. I wanted to ride the bike but while waiting for &lt;em&gt;Cinta &lt;/em&gt;to finish smoking, we saw this poster about a miniature golf. &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; suggested that we go golfing instead of cycling. Since i never played golf before, i decided why not! And there goes our afternoon, playing golf. So next up, &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; is suggesting tennis. LOL. There was 18stations altogether. So the lower your score is the better. Obviously &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; won. I suck at golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fyM3jaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zjE1_Ncwcys/s1600-h/Image079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265048259540782498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fyM3jaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zjE1_Ncwcys/s400/Image079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fvGfFZI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SOLqkbluzRg/s1600-h/Image077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265048258708706706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fvGfFZI/AAAAAAAAA8U/SOLqkbluzRg/s400/Image077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Station 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fK1X_ZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/JG5nvpLLd0g/s1600-h/Image080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265048248973262226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fK1X_ZI/AAAAAAAAA8M/JG5nvpLLd0g/s400/Image080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 2:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE09l8TRYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/b2twq7BkFf0/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265047672134518146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE09l8TRYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/b2twq7BkFf0/s400/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265047668676109618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE09ZDwJTI/AAAAAAAAA78/j-Ija9hMEmc/s400/Image082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE09efOgqI/AAAAAAAAA70/PdKpC4ZYVOw/s1600-h/Image083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265047670133523106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE09efOgqI/AAAAAAAAA70/PdKpC4ZYVOw/s400/Image083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0UdPcOMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/SRhUNpQgckA/s1600-h/Image084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046965424240834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0UdPcOMI/AAAAAAAAA7s/SRhUNpQgckA/s400/Image084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0UOtZ9II/AAAAAAAAA7k/Cd-JcifjDtM/s1600-h/Image085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046961523389570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0UOtZ9II/AAAAAAAAA7k/Cd-JcifjDtM/s400/Image085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0T5SawDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/W1h21o1bYvE/s1600-h/Image086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046955773050930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0T5SawDI/AAAAAAAAA7c/W1h21o1bYvE/s400/Image086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0TqujtWI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_zfyl8PJUHY/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046951864546658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0TqujtWI/AAAAAAAAA7U/_zfyl8PJUHY/s400/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0TOfybNI/AAAAAAAAA7M/HG9CGk4izzg/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046944286403794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE0TOfybNI/AAAAAAAAA7M/HG9CGk4izzg/s400/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzecjF8BI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Wmb6Dzkt2MA/s1600-h/DSC00363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046037525295122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzecjF8BI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Wmb6Dzkt2MA/s400/DSC00363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 11:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzeNQHDBI/AAAAAAAAA68/eGIWui5u9lw/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046033419144210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzeNQHDBI/AAAAAAAAA68/eGIWui5u9lw/s400/DSC00364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 12:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzeH5sWjI/AAAAAAAAA60/HBZAO_DqeW8/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265046031982942770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzeH5sWjI/AAAAAAAAA60/HBZAO_DqeW8/s400/DSC00365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzCAI-2BI/AAAAAAAAA6s/q7lyWqTLqJo/s1600-h/DSC00366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045548863248402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREzCAI-2BI/AAAAAAAAA6s/q7lyWqTLqJo/s400/DSC00366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 14:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyzs3-wzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/YvWyvSj22dI/s1600-h/DSC00367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045303173497650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyzs3-wzI/AAAAAAAAA6k/YvWyvSj22dI/s400/DSC00367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 15:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyqaeBWfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/stp9Ron86g8/s1600-h/DSC00368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265045143613954546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyqaeBWfI/AAAAAAAAA6c/stp9Ron86g8/s400/DSC00368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 16:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyX9LqfwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/IKgmPawy0TU/s1600-h/DSC00369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044826514685698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyX9LqfwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/IKgmPawy0TU/s400/DSC00369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 17:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyMBYAH_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/h6FeV6U6uEI/s1600-h/DSC00371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044621481746418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyMBYAH_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/h6FeV6U6uEI/s400/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Station 18:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyDg0N6-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/UywRXerc150/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044475302767586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREyDg0N6-I/AAAAAAAAA6E/UywRXerc150/s400/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Cinta's&lt;/em&gt; ball got stuck. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREx3JKi0rI/AAAAAAAAA58/ceakvVW0PmI/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044262795530930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SREx3JKi0rI/AAAAAAAAA58/ceakvVW0PmI/s400/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute kan org org kecik die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRExqozb21I/AAAAAAAAA50/Vi9WX8Tst6I/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265044047950240594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRExqozb21I/AAAAAAAAA50/Vi9WX8Tst6I/s400/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats my Friday! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The good news is im finishing my CE points soon. Hopefully very very soon. Alhamdullilah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And and and, Obama won!!!!!!! Wooo hoooo~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man going in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; House. HAHA. Racist joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-621675304901692089?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/621675304901692089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=621675304901692089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/621675304901692089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/621675304901692089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/golf-anyone.html' title='Golf anyone?'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SRE1fyM3jaI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zjE1_Ncwcys/s72-c/Image079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2681561987418847961</id><published>2008-11-04T12:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:17:53.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deepavali was spent with my favourite person, Mr Hafidz. I felt like eating at Swensen so we had our late lunch there. It was Yum Yum! I never regret it a bit. I had my usual beloved Salmon Baked Rice and &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; had Fish &amp;amp; Chip. We had Deep-fried Mushroom for sidedish and my ultimate favouriteeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cookies &amp;amp; Cream, Chocolate Icecream with melted chocolate at the sides!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660939450258402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQ_VOybOk-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/sMI4Yvfo2nU/s400/Image071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQ_Vq6_JP5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/IUMkb7t4q3I/s1600-h/Image069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264661422784724882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQ_Vq6_JP5I/AAAAAAAAA5s/IUMkb7t4q3I/s400/Image069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264660298640059842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQ_UpfOK7cI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oUOrCGNVdPw/s400/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the first day for my mense. It was H-O-R-R-I-B-L-E!!!!! I had cramps the whole day. I still had to drag myself to school just because i cannot skip class anymore and i have a test which i cannot miss in the afternoon. So there i was suffering in school. I let out my frustration to &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; on the phone. God knows how many times i called him just to complain about my cramps. After school i went straight home. Ate my food and went straight to bed. Ask &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; to wake me up at 7.15pm cause i dont want to sleep until the next morning. But when he did, i answered the phone, told him im awake and went back to sleep. Always happens. The next ting i know, at 8pm he called again. This time he forced me to wake up just to open the door. So i got up, opened my door and there he was standing infront of me smiling. &amp;amp; guess why he came? He went to his nearest pharmacy and bought me mensturation pills. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now tell me again, how can i not love this man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264659938022741474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQ_UUf0TVeI/AAAAAAAAA5M/6oRYh9bIeEg/s400/Image075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still have more to update. I'll do that in the next post after i collect all the pictures from &lt;em&gt;Cinta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till next time, take care! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2681561987418847961?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2681561987418847961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2681561987418847961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2681561987418847961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2681561987418847961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/deepavali-was-spent-with-my-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQ_VOybOk-I/AAAAAAAAA5k/sMI4Yvfo2nU/s72-c/Image071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6511313634387255471</id><published>2008-10-24T14:56:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:34:28.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd.</title><content type='html'>On our monthsary, &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; and I spent our day at Marina. First we had our late lunch cum early dinner at Popeyes. Then &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; said he had a surprise for me. Guess what my monthsary surprise was. Its the...................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SINGAPORE FLYERS!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF3FqRJKQI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pYw0gcAJYdo/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260616778874693890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF3FqRJKQI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pYw0gcAJYdo/s400/DSC00331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF29OwuRmI/AAAAAAAAA48/Iz_PAJey-M4/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260616634052003426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF29OwuRmI/AAAAAAAAA48/Iz_PAJey-M4/s400/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2x5S-k0I/AAAAAAAAA40/kfUCYam79ng/s1600-h/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260616439311536962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2x5S-k0I/AAAAAAAAA40/kfUCYam79ng/s400/Image020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2o53RGaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7Kh04mAd65w/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260616284844923298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2o53RGaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/7Kh04mAd65w/s400/Image027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2e2laRpI/AAAAAAAAA4k/C_VYAk2kJro/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260616112166028946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2e2laRpI/AAAAAAAAA4k/C_VYAk2kJro/s400/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2XkNwjvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/En89o8CYwSM/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260615986975903474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2XkNwjvI/AAAAAAAAA4c/En89o8CYwSM/s400/Image046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2QTcD9WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hO6fzc18JHc/s1600-h/Image048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260615862213408098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2QTcD9WI/AAAAAAAAA4U/hO6fzc18JHc/s400/Image048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260615742580812274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF2JVxbafI/AAAAAAAAA4M/ADaco1wLJSw/s400/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF18AUlQZI/AAAAAAAAA38/E4NcTOiTurY/s1600-h/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260615513484378514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF18AUlQZI/AAAAAAAAA38/E4NcTOiTurY/s400/Image054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF13JDdSOI/AAAAAAAAA30/S3cP4eXJ5IM/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260615429929126114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF13JDdSOI/AAAAAAAAA30/S3cP4eXJ5IM/s400/Image056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF1vpA5OOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5qZWO1cV2WE/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260615301069355234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF1vpA5OOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5qZWO1cV2WE/s400/Image036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF1dg-Ha-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/WRJTPYUEVyw/s1600-h/Image041+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260614989672573922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF1dg-Ha-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/WRJTPYUEVyw/s400/Image041+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF0_qIj-BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/L73ZnQBYUJw/s1600-h/Image045+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260614476736231442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF0_qIj-BI/AAAAAAAAA3M/L73ZnQBYUJw/s400/Image045+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'll work so hard to give u this."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, im the luckiest girl to have u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you at ur best. I love you at ur worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Monthsary Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those whose planning to ride the Singapore Flyers, i advise you to go when the sun is up. Unless you love the lights and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6511313634387255471?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6511313634387255471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6511313634387255471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6511313634387255471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6511313634387255471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/2nd.html' title='2nd.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SQF3FqRJKQI/AAAAAAAAA5E/pYw0gcAJYdo/s72-c/DSC00331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-368464591202514819</id><published>2008-10-20T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:16:27.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aladdin</title><content type='html'>Blergh! Hate it when he goes out late at nite. &lt;br /&gt;Then i have to wait for him to come home just becasue i want to be sure that he's safe home only then can i sleep peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;I dont mind him hanging out with his friends. Just that i dont understand why i cant just sleep and let him be!&lt;br /&gt;I say experience do leave a scar. &lt;br /&gt;There's never one night i could sleep peacefully eveytime he comes home in the wee morning. &lt;br /&gt;Just like any other night, now, im waiting for his call. &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if im gonna get tired of this one day. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; if i got used to waiting, is that good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just cant believe your words no more. &lt;br /&gt;Never ever look me straight in my face and lie to me. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever ur reason was, it still does not justify what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Now im thinking. Should i have taught u a lesson for lying in my face back then?&lt;br /&gt;Cause right now, it seems that i cant believe in everything that u say or for that matter, everything u used to tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-368464591202514819?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/368464591202514819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=368464591202514819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/368464591202514819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/368464591202514819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/aladdin.html' title='Aladdin'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-7296967182073953487</id><published>2008-10-17T22:56:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:05:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya 2008.</title><content type='html'>Here's the Hari Raya photos. Finally Raya is over! For me that is.=)&lt;br /&gt;Enjooooooyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipWZ9mjOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/kOQn1XcgnJA/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipWZ9mjOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/kOQn1XcgnJA/s400/Picture+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258138767346535650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipLqCs1OI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ItQDVSLgSc4/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipLqCs1OI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ItQDVSLgSc4/s400/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258138582684325090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipAWZtLFI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PfDHUiryL-c/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipAWZtLFI/AAAAAAAAAn4/PfDHUiryL-c/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258138388433546322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPio1KV_43I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Wt8VPCoaSFY/s1600-h/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPio1KV_43I/AAAAAAAAAnw/Wt8VPCoaSFY/s400/Picture+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258138196218209138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPiovwKVztI/AAAAAAAAAno/loXrU4KrSac/s1600-h/Picture+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPiovwKVztI/AAAAAAAAAno/loXrU4KrSac/s400/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258138103290646226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioqcnNiAI/AAAAAAAAAng/mR_X_dtcPVQ/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioqcnNiAI/AAAAAAAAAng/mR_X_dtcPVQ/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258138012143683586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPiofhfAlNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qznVQ9w3yhg/s1600-h/Picture+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPiofhfAlNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qznVQ9w3yhg/s400/Picture+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137824472896722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioY2UU8dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8R5OHbITWA8/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioY2UU8dI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/8R5OHbITWA8/s400/Picture+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137709806154194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioS01iJYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/qsedAtguzKA/s1600-h/Picture+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioS01iJYI/AAAAAAAAAnI/qsedAtguzKA/s400/Picture+082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137606329345410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioL70fUkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cIAeKX-ATLg/s1600-h/Picture+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioL70fUkI/AAAAAAAAAnA/cIAeKX-ATLg/s400/Picture+083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137487944929858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioE2H8cJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8Of-1naV16U/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPioE2H8cJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/8Of-1naV16U/s400/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137366156832914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPin7hl6zzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/F3K4r1M45To/s1600-h/Picture+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPin7hl6zzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/F3K4r1M45To/s400/Picture+079.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258137206026587954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-7296967182073953487?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7296967182073953487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=7296967182073953487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/7296967182073953487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/7296967182073953487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-2008.html' title='Raya 2008.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SPipWZ9mjOI/AAAAAAAAAoI/kOQn1XcgnJA/s72-c/Picture+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6714571261398449763</id><published>2008-10-16T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:44:39.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 16.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Im suppose to upload the Hari Raya photos but im just too god damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Im getting lazier to update as the days goes by. You can see that my post is getting lesser. Just because i pretty much have nothing to talk about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news? &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; is going NS soon. Very very soon.&lt;br /&gt;The good news? He's gonna look &lt;em&gt;HAWT&lt;/em&gt; in his police uniform. Yup yup. He's in police. YAY YAY~! I've always wanted him to be in police. *naz jumps around*. And when i told my mom, she just didnt want to believe he got into police. Pfft! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, ur pissing me off woman. You can be anything to anyone but me! U can mess with ur maid, ur employees and all other people but dont ever think about doing that to me! I lost all respect for u babi! You messed with the wrong bitch! &amp; if u say i'm very good at this, then trust me, you aint seen nothing yet! You want to be funny? 3 words. BRING IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im gg makan with my Syg now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6714571261398449763?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6714571261398449763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6714571261398449763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6714571261398449763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6714571261398449763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-16.html' title='October 16.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6312590922752630062</id><published>2008-10-07T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:01:19.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticing You.</title><content type='html'>Just like any other couple, &lt;br /&gt;we searched high &amp; low for the special place.&lt;br /&gt;To sit. To talk. To cry. To laugh all night.&lt;br /&gt;Once, we ride all night just to find that spot. &lt;br /&gt;Never found it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one night, after dinner, we went for the search again.&lt;br /&gt;This time we were much more confident of finding it.&lt;br /&gt;Boy was i glad that we actually found what we were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;That exact spot. That exact place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the moment we went in, i was terrified by the monkeys hanging all over the trees. &lt;br /&gt;They were almost everywhere. Everywhere near us. &lt;br /&gt;Hanging by the trees. Crawling next to us and even right in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;You can only imagine how scared i was. Especially when im not an animal lover or &lt;br /&gt;friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices i have? Either i jump right off the bike and run or i could scream the hell out and make him go faster.&lt;br /&gt;The first option was "OUCH!".(and that is IF those monkeys didnt decide to run after me)&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to scream at the top of my lungs begging him to speed past them. &lt;br /&gt;The second time this year i was scared to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment he heard me tearing, he took my hand and gave it a kiss. =)&lt;br /&gt;He didnt let go until i stopped screaming. &lt;br /&gt;And i did not stop screaming until we got out to the main road. PHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never will i forget that night.&lt;br /&gt;He was there for me all the while and most importantly, he made me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;And it was that moment that made me realise i could share a lifetime with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SOrlsn3qewI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VUVq3_zKY14/s1600-h/love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SOrlsn3qewI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VUVq3_zKY14/s400/love..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254264470060563202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Raya with the Darling girls is this Saturday. Cant wait. &lt;br /&gt;Also the Raya pictures will be uploaded after Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This October is another movie month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; is gonna go bankrupt thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;So its: Housebunny, Eagle Eye, this movie thats coming out 16OCT. I forgot the title. And last but not least HSM3. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We already watched Housebunny. A very very funny show. I sooooooooooo recommend it to u. And next would be Eagle Eye. As for HSM3, umm... I'll do the adorable eyes trick and he'll definitely be up for it! Hehs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6312590922752630062?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6312590922752630062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6312590922752630062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6312590922752630062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6312590922752630062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/noticing-you.html' title='Noticing You.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SOrlsn3qewI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VUVq3_zKY14/s72-c/love..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2618763836032121495</id><published>2008-10-02T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:28:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole New World With You</title><content type='html'>I can show you the world&lt;br /&gt;Shining, shimmering, splendid&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, princess, now when did&lt;br /&gt;You last let your heart decide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Take you wonder by wonder&lt;br /&gt;Over, sideways and under&lt;br /&gt;On a magic carpet ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;A new fantastic point of view&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell us no&lt;br /&gt;Or where to go&lt;br /&gt;Or say we're only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;A dazzling place I never knew&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm way up here&lt;br /&gt;It's crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;That now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm in a whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable sights&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable feeling&lt;br /&gt;Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling&lt;br /&gt;Through an endless diamond sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;Don't you dare close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;A hundred thousand things to see&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath - it gets better&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;I've come so far&lt;br /&gt;I can't go back to where I used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;Every turn a surprise&lt;br /&gt;With new horizons to pursue&lt;br /&gt;Every moment red-letter&lt;br /&gt;I'll chase them anywhere&lt;br /&gt;There's time to spare&lt;br /&gt;Let me share this whole new world with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world&lt;br /&gt;That's where we'll be&lt;br /&gt;A thrilling chase&lt;br /&gt;A wondrous place&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SOR3249qVwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k3twaWS-Q1o/s1600-h/Aladdinversion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SOR3249qVwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k3twaWS-Q1o/s400/Aladdinversion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252454850308495106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2618763836032121495?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2618763836032121495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2618763836032121495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2618763836032121495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2618763836032121495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/10/whole-new-world-with-you.html' title='A Whole New World With You'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SOR3249qVwI/AAAAAAAAAmg/k3twaWS-Q1o/s72-c/Aladdinversion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-8820297275491499752</id><published>2008-09-30T23:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:59:15.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaunt it.</title><content type='html'>Right... Something is wrong with blogger. I cant upload photos. Darn it! Anihoos, i had a hell of a week. I had nth but F-U-N. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, me, Syg and her boyfie, Iskandar went to the F1 race. Thanks to Iskandar or rather his dad for the tics! *senyum besar2*. It was damn cool. Just the sound of the wheels makes us go goo-goo gaa-gaa. We had fun getting all excited for the first 10minutes. We had the walk-about tickets. So obviously we were walking around. The best sight was at the corners cause we can actually see the race. If it was on the straight road, the drivers rode past us with a blink. Cool shit! Later that night, we went to Geylang. There we saw his frend Arep and he joined us. Walk ard, eat, drink, yadaa yadaa.. Went home. &amp; oh! I bought &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; a realli cool ciggarate case. I love it to bits! &amp; i love the fact that he was excited about the surprise gift and im glad he loved it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday i spent the whole day with mommy and sister love. Went to town to get our hair down and we did a little shopping here and there. Mom was feeling very generous that day. Bought us Dior make-up from eye-liner all the way to lip gloss. Every single thing. Dior has a new perfume called Miss Dior Cherie. Very very nice smell. It was love at first smell. At first &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; wanted to buy me this realli beautiful dress. But i told him i take back the dress. Now, i want the perfume. Hehe. Hopefully he's feeling a little generous and gets me a new perfume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, went to JB with Syg and Iskandar and his friends. Accompanied Syg to buy baju raya and kuih raya. One hell of an experience. We went further than just normal City Square. I had fun. Before we head home, we took the oppurtunity to play the mercum and the other stuff. Stuff u couldnt play in spore. That was the best part of the day. We had a closing ceremony of 25 shots of mini fireworks by the mercun thingy if thats what its called. Too bad i cant upload the video or even any pictures. Will try the next time i blog. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, today, i met &lt;em&gt;Cinta&lt;/em&gt; in the afternoon. Went to Vivo. Walked around. Bought my earrings. &amp; boy he is a bad shopping partner. Everything i wear is beautiful. Everything i hold is nice. He does not have an opinion at all. In the end, i had to ask the promoter to help me to choose. Tsk! Then we went to Daiso to look for piggy bank. But of all things they have, they do not sell tabung! So we went to MiniToons. Bought a piggy bank! Our plan is to save a dollar each day so that at the end of the year, hopefully, we would have collected enough to go for a getaway. I pray it happens cause i really need a getaway and im hoping to spend a hellalooya time with him. Before that, there a lot of savings to do and hopefully by then, we'll be able to show my parents that we could take care of ourselves and each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, i end this post wishing all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN. &lt;br /&gt;ENJOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-8820297275491499752?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8820297275491499752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=8820297275491499752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8820297275491499752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8820297275491499752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/flaunt-it.html' title='Flaunt it.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-4610339313703805292</id><published>2008-09-16T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:22:35.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so wat u have for buka?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm mee goreng my mum buat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then all bbq stuff&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hotdog.cheese hotdogs.ayam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crabstick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my mom cook mee goreng also&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bahahahhahahhaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fuck la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dah 2 kali sama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;are we like fated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahahhahahahhahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our moms must have been calling each other lately&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe ur mum wants me to marry u tak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fahmi. wat has food got to do with marriage???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dunno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sir Alex has been seen walking with a walking frame as he finally believe YOU NEVER WALK ALONE says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just talking cock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dear Love, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaahahahha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And we have so much more in common than we thought. Lol. A friend in need is a friend indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-4610339313703805292?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4610339313703805292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=4610339313703805292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4610339313703805292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4610339313703805292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/la-la-la.html' title='La la la~!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-1038213922378759589</id><published>2008-09-02T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:13:37.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helooo Sch!</title><content type='html'>School is starting soon. Tmr actually for me. All my days are packed with sch schedule. And then work. So my weekends better be a blast. Im hoping. My modules are all at different classes. Im definitely gonna go crazy trying to be at the correct class on the right day. But anyhoos, im excited. And a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting used to the fasting mth. Not eating in the afternoon and having a really big stomach at night. &amp;amp; also nth much to do after i wake up. Usually i can sit in front of the tv eating, but nowadays, i dont switch on my tv as early.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i happily wanted to polish my nails and do my very own manicure when my sister said "Oi. Puase mane blh letak nail polish.". So here i am now blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i have to wear decent clothes. U shud be seeing me in jeans more often then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. I finally went to Night Safari last Mon. I have always wanted to go there. But i have no idea why i didnt. But anyway, i went there on Mon. We took the tram to see all the animals. Im glad we bought the tic with the tram coz it was very very dark if we were to walk. Come to think of it, i didnt see ppl walking actually. Some of the animals were hiding i guess. So we didnt get to see some. &amp;amp; also some of the animals didnt have a cage or something like dat. They were just at the side of the road. We could actually touch them. They were very near. Right next to us i must say. Then there was a show by the Dayaks i think. Very very very cool. They were doing that "poof!" and fire comes out from their mouth. I loooove their performance. Entertaining as hell. The performance ended just in time for us to watch the Night Creature show. Another superb show by the night animals. All in all, i had a great time. Sadly there aint any pictures of the animals. It was too dark. &amp;amp; we werent allowed to use the flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! &amp;amp; to my larlings, welcome back to school sweethearts! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-1038213922378759589?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1038213922378759589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=1038213922378759589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1038213922378759589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1038213922378759589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/helooo-sch.html' title='Helooo Sch!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-314380448947398078</id><published>2008-08-24T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:12:37.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baybeh!</title><content type='html'>1. What's a fact about the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;* He's my Hunkylicious Baybeh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Its 4 in the morning, and your phone rings.....and?&lt;br /&gt;* someone had better died!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you think your number 1 is doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;* working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What’s your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;* My bantal busyok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;* Bubble Gum that my hunky bought for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you sleep in jeans?&lt;br /&gt;* Yes but i prefer not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What's something you don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;* Dot dot dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where were you on July 4th, 2007?&lt;br /&gt;* I have no freaking idea. I can barely remember wat i did last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you were in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;* my dad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you think you'll be married in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;* hell yea. With kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Did you have a good day?&lt;br /&gt;* So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was the last thing you laughed really hard about?&lt;br /&gt;* I laughed really hard alot yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;* Its already the weekend. Lets see.... I went out with hunky yest. and im rotting at hme today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;* Mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, what's on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;* I miss my BooBoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you think you're approachable?&lt;br /&gt;* I guess when im smiling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How late did you stay up last night?&lt;br /&gt;* 3am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will you be doing at 8 am tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;* sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you spend most of your money on?&lt;br /&gt;* hah! on my wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you do ytd?&lt;br /&gt;* Went out with hunkylicious. Spent the evening, nite and a wee bit of the morning with him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: SIMAH! Dah ade matae tak blg aku! Hmph! Aku miss kau okay! Lets have triplet date one day. You, me, rissa and saf. Okay set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And all my life I've prayed for someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I thank God that I, that I finally found you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;All my life I've prayed for someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;And I hope that you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Yes, I pray that you do love me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-314380448947398078?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/314380448947398078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=314380448947398078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/314380448947398078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/314380448947398078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/baybeh.html' title='Baybeh!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6010803809022335285</id><published>2008-08-20T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:32:12.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 14th.</title><content type='html'>I cant wait to get my GPA and my fyp grade. Its killing me and making me soooo anxious just thinking abt it. Grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know what i just did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know what i got myself in to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I dont know if its gonna last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i do know its worth the risk im taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting simpler for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School:&lt;/strong&gt; Its my hols now. Im loving every bit of it. But im also getting butteflies in my stomach waiting for my result. After this, one more semester to go and im FREE! &amp;amp; this semester is gonna be hectic for me. I have alot of things that needs to be done and completed before i can graduate. Gonna concentrate more on sch and hopefully do better this semester(actually this is my wish for every semester).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work:&lt;/strong&gt; Work is so much more easier now that i have cut down on my classes. I shout less which is good. Even though i work for onli short hours, but the shouting and alot of talking pretty much takes up most of my energy. Now im just waiting to see how it goes when my semester starts. I have ALOT of commitments coming up. &amp;amp; if i cannot take it, i might have to give up my job. Which means no money. Which also means no shopping. &amp;amp; that is something difficult for me to live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money:&lt;/strong&gt; I have been shopping alot eversince the holiday starts. I dunno whats up with that. But i dun realli mind laa. Its probably the onli free time i have to shop. During sch time, i rarely shop. &amp;amp; boy am i running out of cash. Oh well. Who cares. Nobody is realli ever rich when its the end of the month anyway. Still i want to save for my upcoming holiday. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family:&lt;/strong&gt; Better than ever. Hopefully it stays this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends:&lt;/strong&gt; Have been hanging out wit my Syg alot. Meet up with Faiz Larling too. I missed her alot. It felt gd to finally get to catch up with her. Hopefully i get to see more of her before sch starts. I miss Hadif though. &amp;amp; Joe has been such a darling to teman me here and there during my weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are something different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So i took my chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never really knew what's to cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But i'll give my best and pray it'll last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6010803809022335285?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6010803809022335285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6010803809022335285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6010803809022335285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6010803809022335285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/14th.html' title='The 14th.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-4590345243472469039</id><published>2008-08-15T14:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T15:25:44.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss.</title><content type='html'>I miss this person who was the onli one there when my world was crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;I miss this person who never fails to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;I miss this person who spent each and every of her day with me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss this person who has seen me at my worst.&lt;br /&gt;The more i think abt it, the more i love her for that.&lt;br /&gt;Because at that very moment, i know who are the people who would be there for me when i fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking pissed off right now with Wan. I could type a whole list of shit abt him right now, but i prefer to just blurt it all on someone later. &amp;amp; let me just say one thing. This sentence is definitely not necessary. &lt;em&gt;"Go on with someone who’s trying to win you after failing to get another person." &lt;/em&gt;Fuck laaa! Say it to my face and i will fucking slap u! Move on goddamits! That sentence hurts so bad.&lt;br /&gt;For what its worth, he taste just like u. Only sweeter. &amp;amp; i hope u will find someone nice because unlike me, you wont hurt her in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ur leaving? I ALREADY LEFT!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If someone u love hurts u, cry a river, build a bridge and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get over it&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Stop blaming others for hurting u. They didnt. You did."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-4590345243472469039?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4590345243472469039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=4590345243472469039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4590345243472469039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4590345243472469039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-miss.html' title='I miss.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-1900685029394441321</id><published>2008-08-04T13:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:34:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bestfriend &amp; I</title><content type='html'>My weekends nowadays seems so much more enjoyable every week. Im always looking forward to the weekend after schooling and working my ass off during the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last week, on Saturday, i went out with Hafidz again. At first the initial plan was to eat satay at East Coast. But at the last min he said he had tics for ndp preview frm his frens. &amp;amp; so we went. The procedure was very complicated. Had to walk this way and that way just to get to our seats. &amp;amp; hell was our seats damn far. We had to take the stairs to the so called '2nd storey' of the stadium. &amp;amp; then we had to go up another stairs to go up our seats. Very very high. I pancit halfway up the stairs. So inconvinient. Why couldnt they build a lift or at least an escalator? What if an old grandmother wanted to watch the preview? Kesian kan kene naik tangga tinggi2. Sheesh! So aniway, before we left for the preview, he was suppose to pick me at 4.30pm. We had to be seated by 4.45pm. But at 4.30pm he msged saying that he will be late. He'll pick me up ard 5pm. 5.15pm he still havent reached. By then i was oredi pissed. If u noe me, u'll noe that i HATE waiting. So 45mins of waiting is like $^&amp;amp;%^#$# to me. If i was sumwhr else, i would have just left and go home. But since i AM at home, i couldnt possible go home. So i waited n waited n waited. And i still waited. When i msged him, he didnt reply. So frm anger it went to worried. Even on the road he would sometimes reply. So it was unlike him to ignore my msges. Then i called him. Upon hearing his voice, from worried, it changed back to anger. HAHA. Onli at 5.35pm, he reached. I swear i wanted to kill him the moment i saw him. So yada yada. Then he passed me the helmet bag. Usually he will take out the helmet for me. Skali when i open the bag, inside is the helmet AND MY POOH BEAR!!!! hehe. Remember the Pooh bear frm my previous post? Yea. That one rissa took it home. We were suppose to share but rissa got to keep it. So he bought me my own Pooh Bear!! And that was the reason he was late. So daripada nak marah2 tros terdiam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ndp, we met Rissa and Is to have our late dinner. Wanted to eat at Sakura tapi dah tutop. So we ate KFC. After that, home sweet home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaUZQSExqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0sZY4CnbXb8/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230531178825828002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaUZQSExqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0sZY4CnbXb8/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taaa Daaa!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaUBV9euCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UNbtBGyHIdY/s1600-h/DSCN7362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230530768033200162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaUBV9euCI/AAAAAAAAAlY/UNbtBGyHIdY/s400/DSCN7362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaTq9tpZcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/REYzXsfbN2I/s1600-h/DSCN7366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230530383567218114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaTq9tpZcI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/REYzXsfbN2I/s400/DSCN7366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaSIgDdy_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/7AzAq0jYgw0/s1600-h/DSCN7370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230528691978488818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaSIgDdy_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/7AzAq0jYgw0/s400/DSCN7370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaRxA-gotI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MuNBK0qU7tI/s1600-h/DSCN7369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230528288499213010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaRxA-gotI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MuNBK0qU7tI/s400/DSCN7369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Sunday is Family Day. In the morning go for ngaji. But due to our own reasonable reason, we decided to forgo this lesson and so we ended up at McD eating hotcakes. Yums! After which, my dad pick me up and my family went to have lunch at Mckenzie. Later, we went to Harvey Norman at Millinieum Walk cause my mom wanted to look at chairs. OMFG! My mom is soooooo bloody cerewet! We spent hours just searching for chairs. From the moment my father and bro left to watch a movie until they came back and still we spent another hour or so on it. Total hours spent is abt 3.5hrs!!!! God knows how many rounds we walked. Then the worst part is, my dad actually forgot whr he parked the car! He doesnt even know which level!!!!! We walked the whole of level 1 carpark. I tink we walked ard twice. Then we decided to trace back whr we walked. That worked because we realise its not at level 1. Its at the basement!! Then we had to walk all over the basement carpark to search for the car!!! Naseb baik dua tingkat je! PFFT! &amp;amp; there goes my Sunday spent with the family. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-1900685029394441321?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1900685029394441321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=1900685029394441321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1900685029394441321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1900685029394441321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-bestfriend-i.html' title='My Bestfriend &amp; I'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SJaUZQSExqI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0sZY4CnbXb8/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-5673232634064343317</id><published>2008-07-28T15:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:51:10.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emails.</title><content type='html'>Hafidz gave me some interesting emails. I show u two of them i find interesting. The first one is called............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why Old People Rock?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LGNCl5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/WUlY79BIuYY/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973471555983250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LGNCl5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/WUlY79BIuYY/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LcAHpRI/AAAAAAAAAko/cFbVUqeDNVY/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973477407368466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LcAHpRI/AAAAAAAAAko/cFbVUqeDNVY/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-Ll4VK9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/8SLCRGGtI6A/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973480059055058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-Ll4VK9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/8SLCRGGtI6A/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LpS9ytI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xmr1FwlvvLo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973480976075474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LpS9ytI/AAAAAAAAAk4/xmr1FwlvvLo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI192T-r45I/AAAAAAAAAkY/tr-EJ0Z4A8o/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973114476618642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI192T-r45I/AAAAAAAAAkY/tr-EJ0Z4A8o/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI19v6LuPpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/L2sepSyup3s/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973004472762002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI19v6LuPpI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/L2sepSyup3s/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI188ildGZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rQ01vm_rZvE/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227972121964910994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI188ildGZI/AAAAAAAAAkI/rQ01vm_rZvE/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18vMe3n9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/VEZLY3OliAk/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227971892693409746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18vMe3n9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/VEZLY3OliAk/s400/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18lcfXUYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/oH1ira52Jig/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227971725191762306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18lcfXUYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/oH1ira52Jig/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18VkL6l6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/mdjZnTp_bXQ/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227971452379764642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18VkL6l6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/mdjZnTp_bXQ/s400/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18K2G95YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3ksjTPTisUM/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227971268212286850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI18K2G95YI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3ksjTPTisUM/s400/12.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is called............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Man's Rules&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here are the rules from the male side.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered '1 ' ON PURPOSE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Men are NOT mind readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Sunday sports It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides.Let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Crying is blackmail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Come to us with a problemonly if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. You can either ask us to do something Or tell us how you want it done. Not both.If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If it itches, it will be scratched.We do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If we ask what is wrong and you say 'nothing,' We will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine... Really . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as Rugby or golf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. You have enough clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. You have too many shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I am in shape.Round IS a shape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Thank you for reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-5673232634064343317?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5673232634064343317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=5673232634064343317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/5673232634064343317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/5673232634064343317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/emails.html' title='Emails.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1-LGNCl5I/AAAAAAAAAkg/WUlY79BIuYY/s72-c/6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-3127818759697468204</id><published>2008-07-28T12:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:21:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdate. =)</title><content type='html'>Saturday was AWESOME FUN! Its been a long time since i laugh that hard or even had a load of fun from the moment i met them till we parted. Hafidz ask if i wanted to watch Dark Knight next week. But i told him im not free next week. So we decided to go on Saturday and since he had to work till late, we decided to watch the midnight show. So since Rissa and Is havent watch and we have planned to watch together before this, i ask them to tag along. So i met Rissa and Is first at Tiong. Had our dinner without Hafidz because we were all hungry ppl that moment. HAHA. Then we went to AXS to check the time. I oredi expected that the 9pm or 10pm show will be sold out since it was Saturday. Even the 11pm show are all filling fast. &amp;amp; we had to seat on the second row from the front. Since we all didnt want to go back with neckaches, we decided to watch the last show which is at 12.30am at Marina. As soon as we reached there, we had around 2 hours to kill. &amp;amp; guess what we did for the first hour? We played ARCADE!!!! Gerek!! We played this game where there is a lot of bears inside and u have to pick one using the clamp or whatever(i dunno what u call it). We spent i tink ard almost 10bucks on that! &amp;amp; Rissa won the Winnie the Pooh bear. We call it RaMaya. Coz its my one dolar coin but she's the one playing it. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QoTPVlTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fcPjlus74fA/s1600-h/DSC00211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227923395736606002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QoTPVlTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fcPjlus74fA/s400/DSC00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QjUJAyOI/AAAAAAAAAio/5ot9AeAgKkg/s1600-h/DSC00210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227923310079166690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QjUJAyOI/AAAAAAAAAio/5ot9AeAgKkg/s400/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rissa Syg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QevcyADI/AAAAAAAAAig/iyNId9zt95c/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227923231510495282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QevcyADI/AAAAAAAAAig/iyNId9zt95c/s400/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So then the next one hour we sat at Mcd to have our very light supper. Cause we ran out of cash at the arcade. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QYAcz3SI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cTPqhmX9I3A/s1600-h/DSC00215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227923115814935842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QYAcz3SI/AAAAAAAAAiY/cTPqhmX9I3A/s400/DSC00215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When guys start talking abt NS and stuff, girls just take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QRyvDojI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HS2YJwJwWpM/s1600-h/DSC00216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227923009054155314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QRyvDojI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/HS2YJwJwWpM/s400/DSC00216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HurHurHur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that we literally had to walk all over Marina Square to find the entrance coz apparently most of the doors are all locked! At last, we went in thru the carpark! &amp;amp; Dark Knight is a gd movie. I totally recommend it. Joker was damn good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1P_DerX0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/udN_WFixwjc/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227922687131344706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1P_DerX0I/AAAAAAAAAiI/udN_WFixwjc/s400/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And last but not least, we are such a loving and romantic "couple"! Dont u think? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-3127818759697468204?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3127818759697468204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=3127818759697468204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3127818759697468204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3127818759697468204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/saturdate.html' title='Saturdate. =)'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SI1QoTPVlTI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fcPjlus74fA/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-3288787000899145110</id><published>2008-07-25T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:10:17.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Night.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday i came to sch at 3.30pm. Went straight to the library to set up my SLOW lappie. Having UT at 4.15pm. Yesterday i slept for god knows how many hours. My mom woke me up at 7.10am. I remember i woke up to check my msges. But right after, i went back to sleep. &amp;amp; i nvr woke up until 2pm. I swear it felt like i fainted rather than sleeping. When i woke up i realise i was super duper late. Quickly got ready and went to skol. In skol, my lappie was sooooooooo bloooooooody slow, it took half an hour to go in the net. I couldnt use my lappie for UT coz halfway it hangs. &amp;amp; the UT was &lt;a href="mailto:#^&amp;amp;$@!^&amp;amp;*%$"&gt;#^&amp;amp;$@!^&amp;amp;*%$&lt;/a&gt;. I would be sooooo glad even if i got 1 point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After UT, Syg and I went to Causeway to meet Fahmi. I bought the VS bag. Both the mini and the ultimate one. One for my mom and one for me. =) Since Syg always gif in to my KFC, I decided to gif in to Long John yesterday. After which we headed to my house. Iskandar was working at Yishun. So she thought she could meet him after that. However, he ended very very late. So Syg stayed over my place cause it was raining and was already late at night. Had a good laugh and a good nite talk with her. We went thru the videos when we slept at her cussin's home. The video with Dani. She is effing cute! We both missed her alot while watching that video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning while i was enjoying my Nasi Ayam Penyet, Jo msged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: LOVE!!! Gd morning....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Hey Love! Gd morning! U working ehk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: Yeah, now having my cup of tea. (chey! cup of tea or wat..........)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Ohh. Same. Im having my plate of nasi ayam penyet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: K how abt kite gi tgk dark night??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Dark night? u betol ke ni... Kate tak nak tgk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skg baru die nak tgk Dark Night. This is last Saturday's Dark Night convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Nak tgk crite ape? Dark Night okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: Dark Night? Tak nak ah. I tak suke dark night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me:Asl? Batman sehh u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: I tak suke batman ahh. Spiderman okay jugak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Abeh nak tgk crite ape? Lain smue mlm2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: Ah ehk. Entah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Cpat ah u. Queue makin panjang je. Nak tak dark night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: *saying with a reluctant face* Okay ahh. Blh ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Ahh. Takde takde. U ckp okay pasal i nak tgk kan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jo: Tak. Takpe. I nak tgk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Me: Dah jgn bedek. U actually tak nak. U nak gif in je.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups yups. I duno why guys dun like to watch Dark night. Even Iskandar didnt want to watch at first. Also, when i ask Hafidz, he also tak nak. &amp;amp; gave the same answer like all guys would say. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Asl? U nak tgk? Nak tgk kite tgk ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Tu hari mati2 tak nak tgk. Nari nak tgk plak. But i have work today. So that means cannot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Im presenting now. Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-3288787000899145110?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3288787000899145110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=3288787000899145110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3288787000899145110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3288787000899145110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-night.html' title='Dark Night.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-8969190183235998994</id><published>2008-07-22T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:30:09.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey.</title><content type='html'>LAST...&lt;br /&gt;1. Friend you saw?&lt;br /&gt;- My classmates.&lt;br /&gt;2. Person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Naz, a classmate who has the same name.&lt;br /&gt;3. Text message sent?&lt;br /&gt;- Hafidz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY...&lt;br /&gt;1. Going?&lt;br /&gt;- to work. Blergh!&lt;br /&gt;2. Better than yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- nope! i love yest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW...&lt;br /&gt;1. Is?&lt;br /&gt;- Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;2. Got plans?&lt;br /&gt;- FYP, work.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;- FYP, work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Number?&lt;br /&gt;- no specific.&lt;br /&gt;2. Colour?&lt;br /&gt;- red, white, black.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink?&lt;br /&gt;- Soya Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY...&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;- not so much.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood?&lt;br /&gt;- malas nak keje!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTIONS / ANSWERS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: Bath.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last thing you ate and drank?&lt;br /&gt;A: Lemon Barley, waffle ice cream and oreo cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Nth.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you support long distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;A: how long is long dist? If he's at the other end of spore i wouldnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: Uh huh&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think that person is thinking of you, too?&lt;br /&gt;A: I hope?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where was the last place you went to?&lt;br /&gt;A: Cafe Esplanade, TRCC.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes if u noe me.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: Mine laaa!&lt;br /&gt;Q: What're you thinking about before you went to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;A: Fuck FYP!&lt;br /&gt;Q: What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;A: none.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you in love at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;A: HAH! For u to find out honey!&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who can always make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;A: My gfs, my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you wish you were happier?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmmmmmm..... *thinking*&lt;br /&gt;Q: Can music make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;A: Ahh yess. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-8969190183235998994?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8969190183235998994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=8969190183235998994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8969190183235998994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8969190183235998994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/survey.html' title='Survey.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6617484158265264654</id><published>2008-07-22T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T13:23:25.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sell or Not?</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, while waiting for Rissa at Tiong, Jo and I walked around Tiong Bahru Plaza. They were having laptops promotion. One that totally caught my eye was the EE-PC small and cute lappie. It's so small it can fit in my Guess bag. It cost onli $789 and its better than mine. I bought mine at twice that price. Takde camera plak tu. The EE-PC lappie has camera and a tv tuner. Good price. They told us there's onli one colour. But yesterday i went to Sim Lim and i saw the white coloured one. L-A-W-A. So i decided to survey how much they will buy my lappie. &amp;amp; the best was onli $200!! HAHA. Laptop ku dah takde value. So now its either i forget abt it. Or if im hardworking enuff, i'll find other places to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's better. That way i wouldnt noe whats gg on in ur life. Like they say, "what she doesnt noe, doesnt hurt her." I guess its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6617484158265264654?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6617484158265264654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6617484158265264654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6617484158265264654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6617484158265264654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/sell-or-not.html' title='Sell or Not?'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-4801057396320218906</id><published>2008-07-21T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T15:47:39.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SIQ-xC0L6aI/AAAAAAAAAhY/5-ZnWvH-FYo/s1600-h/hariz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225370479946885538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SIQ-xC0L6aI/AAAAAAAAAhY/5-ZnWvH-FYo/s400/hariz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAHHH!! SURPRISE LAA SGT!!! So the MCM PAHAM. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or i could learn it the hard way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-4801057396320218906?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4801057396320218906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=4801057396320218906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4801057396320218906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4801057396320218906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/wahhh-surprise-laa-sgt-so-mcm-paham.html' title=''/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SIQ-xC0L6aI/AAAAAAAAAhY/5-ZnWvH-FYo/s72-c/hariz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-9018382146961578612</id><published>2008-07-21T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:45:41.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 laa seyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 19 BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(which is supposed to be 2 days ago.*naz does her bdae dance*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year my birthday falls on Saturday. Yups yup. A perfect day indeed. Initially nobody ask me out on my birthday. Nor did they ask my plans. So i decided that i would follow my mom and sister out. Then, an hour before 19 July ppl start asking me what im doing tmr. The first to ask me that was Jo. And he has noooooo freakin idea that he was actually asking me out on my birthday until we met. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: U!! U tau tak hari ni hari ape??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jo: Saturday ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Ya okay. Saturday. Tapi date ape? Hari ape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jo: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*check his watch*&lt;/span&gt; Saturday ah... 19 july... birthday? ohhh!!!! a'ah!! bdae u!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Ahh!!! U lupe!!!! Dah ah. Majok ahh. Balik dulu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jo: Ehhh! Tak tak. I tak lupe. I ingat. I nak surprise kan u. Abeh u dah blg. That's y i ajak u kluar nari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*dah mcm paham. trying to defend himself.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; LOLs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we went to town. Run his errand. Which is to buy a whole list of apparels which he wanted to buy since i forgot when. And there is this new shop at town called "Canel" or smth like that. They sell good quality choc and cakes. Damn nice! We bought a realli small cake there. N he surprised me with a candle on the cake. How sweet! Apparently he ask for the candle while i was busy eyeing on the other chocolates. Pictures i'll upload next time. N i am sooooooooo in love with the paper bag. The paper bag and the box was just sooooo nice! Jo laughed when i said i wanted to bring home everything. Even the forks that we used. N he wanted to sign on the forks so i could frame it. Klaka ke pe.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that Rissa ask me to teman her at home. Brought Jo along. Oppurtunity for him to meet my Mom no.2 cause she's at home. We had a good laugh at her house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All in all, although it wasnt a grand birthday celebration, but im still very very happy that i get to spent it with them! =) Sayaaaaaaaaang Rissa!!! Sayaaaaaaaaaaang Jo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And of coz to all the ppl who wished me, im super duper terharu that u remembered! A big big thank u to Fahmi, &lt;strong&gt;Rissa&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Wan Baby&lt;/strong&gt;, Jo, &lt;strong&gt;Simah&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Saf&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; Zatee&lt;/strong&gt;, Hafidz, Yatt, &lt;strong&gt;Faiz Pompan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Fizah, Liyana&lt;/strong&gt;, Faiz, Irul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bold ones are the ppl im glad they remembered! Saaaaaaaaaaayang korang smue many many alot alot! Hugs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*hehs. Mcm menang award plak the speech*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. Thank u again. &amp;amp; bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-9018382146961578612?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9018382146961578612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=9018382146961578612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/9018382146961578612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/9018382146961578612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-19-birthday-to-me-which-is.html' title='19 laa seyy!'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6741405945555726955</id><published>2008-07-17T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:12:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Cause obviously,&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;But how can I win&lt;br /&gt;She keeps draggin' me in and&lt;br /&gt;I know I never will be good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;Never will be good enough for her. ~~&lt;br /&gt;La la la ~~&lt;br /&gt;Something somehing something~~&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the song is stuck in my head now. Old song. Yes. But very niceeeee. It keeps repeating the same lyrics over and over. Obviously i dunno the other part of the lyrics. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rissa is sick at home. Thought of visiting her but i oso feel like coming home early today. Cause i have been coming home late for the past few days. &amp;amp; im gonna be home late again tmr. &amp;amp; Saturday, well.... lets not say anything now. &amp;amp; Sunday...... Family day. I think. Shud i or shud i not? SYG!!!! PINDAH YISHUN LAAAAAAAAAA!!!! AKU SURUH NYONYA SBLAH UMAH AKU TU JUAL UMAH OKAYY????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UT is starting soon. Im so lazy to think!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fahmi is selling this VS ultimate bag at $80. Includes Hydrating Body Lotion, Exhilarating Body Wash and Refreshing Body Mist. I love it. But i dunno if i shud buy it. Theres also another one. A mini version. But nahh... I like the bigger one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SH79EPh9vJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z76TVS7yQOg/s1600-h/V275210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223890867126647954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SH79EPh9vJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z76TVS7yQOg/s400/V275210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not compare urself with anyone. If u compare, u are just insulting urself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont complain about others. Change urself if u want peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;amp; hopefully i cud spent the day with u. Just hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6741405945555726955?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6741405945555726955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6741405945555726955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6741405945555726955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6741405945555726955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/obviously.html' title='Obviously'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SH79EPh9vJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/z76TVS7yQOg/s72-c/V275210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6749543939298314943</id><published>2008-07-15T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:56:00.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Call.</title><content type='html'>Wokayyyyyyyyyy. I have pretty much nth to blog. Except the fact that life is soooooooo boring for me. I do the same thing over and over again every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Go skol, go work.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Go skol, go work.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Go skol, go work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Go skol, went out wit Rissa, Mohaymin and Hisham(i dunno how to spell).&lt;br /&gt;So at first it was just to meet Rissa after skol. She didnt come to class. So after school, i called her twice. No answer. This is unlike her. So i was thinking, it's either she fainted halfway or someone is sending her to school. True enuff, i called Is, cause im worried she fainted. Then Is said Mohaymin is sending her with a bike. I was relieved he said Mohaymin coz for a moment i thought it would be Hafidz. So when she reached my class she wanted to surprise me but Is oredi spoilt it by telling earlier that Mohaymin is cumming. But on the bright side babe, i was surprise to see Hisham. Hehe. So then we played x-box in skol. Which didnt last for more than 30 min. And by that i dun mean a full 30 min. I think we spent like 15min trying to switch on the game. HAHA. Then smue dah bored, the boys decided to play online game at Dhoby Ghaut. And so we ride there. We played online games for 1.5hours and then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Go skol, came home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Initially thought of meeting Rissa. But she's gg out with her boyfie. Then Hafidz ask me out. So since i have no plan, i agreed to it. He wanted to pick me up so i said okay. We were suppose to meet at 4pm. Then at 3.30pm he said he was on his way. So i cpat-cpat siap. Then at 4.10pm, he still havent msged me. So i oredi have a feeling that he is lost somewhr in Yishun. Cause he shud be here by then. Hariz onli took 20min to reach my place. Then at 4.15pm, he msged saying that he's oredi here. And i found out he rounded Yishun for almost 20-25min just to find my place. HAHA. We headed to Vivo. Eat and watch movie. You guys shud totally watch Get Smart. Great movie! Then after movie we headed to Mount Faber. Basically we just talk there. Later when he send me home, we got lost again! Even when i directed him. Told him to go straight he turned left. Alot of communication problems happened. I could have reached home at 11.45pm latest, but becoz we got lost i reached home at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Go ngaji with Rissa in the morning. Had a gd breakfast with her. Then spent the day sleeping at home. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6749543939298314943?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6749543939298314943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6749543939298314943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6749543939298314943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6749543939298314943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-call.html' title='My Call.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-8793875093216888153</id><published>2008-07-11T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T13:06:08.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F1 can?</title><content type='html'>I practically couldnt be bothered to go thru wat i just copy-paste into the powerpoint. Everything is from resource. So i just copy paste without reading. No, actually i read after copy-paste. But i never understood wat the toot they were saying. Okay laa. Maybe later i read again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i swear i HATE my everlast shoe. Its killing me sooo bad. I wore it to skol yesterday because we had lab. &amp;amp; i onli walked from my house to the bustop its oredi killing me. I didnt want to go bck cause i dont want to be late. So i continued walking. By the time i reached skol my feet is oredi dead. Then when i reached in front of the skol lib i realli couldnt take it. I was on the verge of sitting down and just cry. That is how bad the blister was. So from library to class, i limped. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was this email from skol that offers the student to help sell chocolates from the shop Chocz at the F1 race. YAA!!!! I NOE!!! F1 RACE!!!! Ape lagi. I quickly sign up laa. Even if i had to go alone, i would. Wat would be more fun than standing there eating chocolates and watching a race???? Okay laa. I wouldnt be eating them cause i have to sell them but what the heck, its worth the imagination. HAHA. But anyway, i somehow dont think i'll be chosen because its based on first come first serve and im the 108th person to sign up. I mean who needs 108 ppl to sell chocolates kann... But i realli hope i could GO!&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;*By saying this alot of times, hopefully they can see how much i realli want this. HAHA.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i go lunch now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-8793875093216888153?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8793875093216888153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=8793875093216888153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8793875093216888153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/8793875093216888153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/f1-can.html' title='F1 can?'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-382713169457990063</id><published>2008-07-03T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:56:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots.</title><content type='html'>Right. Im sooooooo bloody free right now. Which means i can blog. But i have no idea what to blog abt. Lets see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday i went to JB with the family and auntie's family. Buat baju raye lerr. Damn it was a realli HOT day. And i mean realli HOT. I didnt want to go initially. But my mom forced me. Or rather she threathen to come up with a stupid design if i dont tag. What the hell. So i followed. Wasnt that bad laa. I get to eat good food without using my money. YUMMY. Walked around and some of them shop as usual. But i didnt feel like shopping. Going JB with Syg and her boyfie next week. So i might as well just save and shop till i drop on that day.&lt;br /&gt;After that went to meet Rissa at her place. Played badminton. Its been a long time since i last played badminton. I used to play them with my cuzzins at the carpark. Damn fun. As u ppl would have guessed, we played for 10mins and talked for the next 20mins. HAHA. Watever! Like Hafidz say &lt;em&gt;"Takpe. Exercise jugak tu. Exercise mulut.".&lt;/em&gt; Sheesh! But it was a motivational talk. Straighten out certain stuff that we shud be doing and just had a hell of fun laughing. After which we head back and ate Mee HongKong at home. SUPERB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is becoming crazy! I realise i do better in one-on-one teaching rather than a class of 12 naughty and talkative bunch of kids. Suruh blajar for 2hrs pon susah. Still can demand for recess time! Klakar ke pe! But still i love them. As stupid as it might sound, the naughty ones are the one that makes me laugh. (And certainly shout.) Anyhoos, im loving the free thurs and fri i have.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, i saw Faiz at the centre yesterday. But we didnt get to talk. She is one person i realli realli miss. Pompan, kalau kau ngah bace, aku miss kau okay! Meet up soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, im still furious abt my FYP. Its gg nowhere. I was badly hoping that we could start on our lab test this Fri. But for some reason, they closed down the lab till i dont know when. Thus, there's realli nth we could do. Such a waste of time. I sure am gonna roar if they keep rushing us towards the end. &amp;amp; i could definitely see that we have to stay back ALOT and sacrifice our time ALOT when the lab starts. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i know its kinda late but SPAIN won! Viva la espana! There goes our EURO 08. I cant wait for World Cup 2010. *kening naik naik*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Just a gentle reminder for all u sweethearts. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 more days okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-382713169457990063?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/382713169457990063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=382713169457990063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/382713169457990063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/382713169457990063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/dots.html' title='Dots.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-4849649663724504480</id><published>2008-06-27T13:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T15:31:48.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roxy.</title><content type='html'>I should have bought that dress at KL. Darn! Now its gone. Went all the way to Orchard yesterday to look for the dress at Roxy. Apparently Roxy around town closed down. But there's one at City Hall. So i troubled my Syg to go all the way to City Hall just to find my dress. Skali dah sampai they say they dont carry the same design as Malaysia. ALAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! I want to cry!!! I should have bought it when i saw it. I thought i spent way too much at KL already. Thats the reason i didnt want to spent on that dress. It cost ard $100+. So i thought maybe i could look for it in Spore. Skali Spore takde! Wah seh! Saket hati. Saket sekali~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feeling guilty for making her walk all over the place and passing by tempat "kenangan" for no reason, i treated her Secret Recipe. It was YUMMMMMMY!!! Tapi nanti bill dtg menangis. All in all it was a great day. I had fun laughing. I need them laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Joe on the way to Pacific Plaza. So initially there was this girl walking in front of us with a bunch of guys. One of the guy had a weird hair-do. And the girl was wearing the same bag as me.&lt;br /&gt;Then i saw Joe. And the girl was also walking towards Joe. Rupe-rupenyer it was Joe's girlfriend! Ape lagi. I hide my bag laaa. So embarassing to have the same bag as her. Untuk keselamatan saya, I aint gonna comment abt her here. Sape tau, tau laa. Tak tau then tak payah tau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was unexplainable. I was shivering to sleep. So weird. It wasnt because i was cold or smth. I just started shivering inside. Penat sgt agaknyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaa! How can i not tell u abt this morning's incident! I was sooooo bloody happy this morning because i finally get to go break with my two Syg, Hadif and Rissa. I have not met Hadif for a long time. Plus, he is always with his gf. So i was happy that he actually ask me down for break. So on the way to the canteen, one of my FYP teammate told me we had a last minute meeting. I was already disappointed by then. I thought i always check my email. I used to always never check my emails. Thus, it was difficult for me to know updates abt my project. So i took the initiative to start checking my email regularly. Thats the reason why i was abit annoyed when my mate ask me "never check ur email ah?". So i ask my mate when did my supervisor email us. Skali die ckp last night at ard 11pm. Nabei chibai! 11pm i sleep oredi laa! My supervisor still got the guts to scold me cause i came in with slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Supervisor: Why u come in with slippers? I oredi told u all to wear shoes when u enter the lab! I oredi email all of u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Wah lau. You email me at 11pm. I sleep oredi laa. U think i every sec refresh my inbox ahh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Supervisor: No choice. You have to wear the safety boots. Very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i wanted to end the meeting fast, i didnt bother to scold her or object. I thought we were really going to do some experiment or smth. I was expecting some heavy and dangerous stuff to be done. Skali buat susah aku pakai boots, we actually only learn how to do the coding ON THE COMP! Wah!How fucking dangerous is that?? Babiiiiiii. And being the supervisor, i expect her to guide us or at least know so much more than we do. BUT, she is just as dumb. Still can say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Supervisor: okay. after you already learn how to code u teach me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Friend: You mean u dont know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Supervisor: No, i dont know.&lt;/span&gt; *dengan tak bersalah dan slumbernyer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooooooo pissed off with her oredi. Dah takleh tahan. No wonder we dont have much progress in our project. She doesnt even know her facts. Every week waste my time to have a meeting which in the end the questions we ask, we answer ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right. Like im told, its none of my business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-4849649663724504480?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4849649663724504480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=4849649663724504480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4849649663724504480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/4849649663724504480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/roxy.html' title='Roxy.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-1152845407185310593</id><published>2008-06-22T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:00:15.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SF5ongkTM3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/bruc5_5PO7A/s1600-h/fahmi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214720446507987826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SF5ongkTM3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/bruc5_5PO7A/s400/fahmi.bmp" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awww. Mcm so sweet gitu kann! Thats why i love disturbing and chatting with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-1152845407185310593?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1152845407185310593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=1152845407185310593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1152845407185310593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/1152845407185310593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SF5ongkTM3I/AAAAAAAAAhI/bruc5_5PO7A/s72-c/fahmi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2191016878178263502</id><published>2008-06-22T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:08:19.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22nd June.</title><content type='html'>I was looking thru the Manje magazine and i came across this page about the Korean show called My Girl. Its realli a nice show. Funny too. Korean shows are very good. Realli. You should watch them. So aniwae, that show has a Filipino version. And Manje was saying if Suria could do a malay version or something like that. My personal opinion, err... GAWD NO! Suria will not do a good job. Seriously. I bet channel 8 could do better than Suria. And they gave suggestion abt  who could be the main cast. They suggested Aaron Aziz and Suhaila Salam. In my opinion, Suhaila can definitely pull it off. But Aaron is a NO NO. Has the looks but not cool enuff to fit the character. Another suggestion was Haizad and Huda Ali. Umm... I dun think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cuzzin called asking me to accompany her to go Causeway. Initially i was too lazy. But i havent seen her for quite some time. So why not kann. Apparently she's gg Zouk next week. A fan of Infected Mushroom. And her boyfriend ex-gf is gonna be there. So she wanted to look like  a million bucks. Girls and their competition. But anyway, i think she's way hotter than the ex-gf. So yeaa. Whatever. So now im waiting for Rissa to call. Mite be meeting her later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2191016878178263502?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2191016878178263502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2191016878178263502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2191016878178263502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2191016878178263502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/22nd-june.html' title='22nd June.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6130831929864814307</id><published>2008-06-21T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:07:48.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the second time this year that im left with a few cents in my wallet. In the morning i had like 6 bucks. Went down for breakfast with Syg which cost me 4 bucks i tink. Then lunch time went down with classmate, i forgot i had onli 2 bucks. Ordered lasagne meal which cost me 6 bucks. 1 minute later i realised i had onli 2 bucks. Now whr the hell am i gonna get the extra 4 bucks?? First person that pop-up in my head was Rissa. But it hit me, she herself needed cash. Then ta-da! I saw my cousin with her friends! Yay! There goes my lunch. So then while i was eating i realised i still have no money for food before i go for the "teachers meeting". Bonkers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at ard 1plus my boss called. Asking if i could come and help cause she had to attend to something important and that she'll be back for the meeting. So i came to the center earlier to help out with the child care. The moment i arrived i saw them finishing up their tea break and at the same time dancing to the song "Low low low by Flo-Rida ft T-Pain". Haiz. Rosak anak2 aku. They are like what? 2 - 5 years old only. Later at 6pm, she called saying that she couldnt make it back on time. So when all the teachers arrived, we had the meeting through the loud speaker. Very lame. Soon after, being the good girl i am, i went straight home. Hehs. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sometimes the reason y u hate someone so much is because u love them too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6130831929864814307?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6130831929864814307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6130831929864814307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6130831929864814307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6130831929864814307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6656764299256737162</id><published>2008-06-19T15:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:48:38.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost.</title><content type='html'>This morning i confidently make my way to the busstop to go to school. Onli when the bus arrived and i stood up, i realised i forgot to bring my laptop with me. Just when i thought im gonna be early today, something else just had to happen and eventually i'll end up being late. It happens every single time. So yeaa. Whatever. I cannot be bothered to try to be early ever again. Waste of my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when i reached class, opened my laptop, and i saw alot of bulu kucing. So now i feel like giving my laptop a good clean up when i get home. That is IF im home early of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Dorang ade Yates Order. My team missed out one important point todae. I dunno what grade im gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh yeaa. I just came back from KL on Monday. =)) The shopping was F-U-N to the max. I still feel like i should have bought more. Genting not as fun as we expected. The rides are all boring now. Corkscrew was a big dissappointment. The only best ride was the space thingy. N ohh. My mom cried in the cable car! Hahaha. Hilarious! Tu laa. Confident nak dok depan. We all laughed sampai terdudok kat bawah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So boring. Baru nak kacau Fahmi. Skali not online. Haiz. Ooooo. But Yan is online. No wait. He's at work. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;My programme chair is not replying to my email. Lambat nyer. Penat ni tunggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wish u knew. Oh right. You do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6656764299256737162?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6656764299256737162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6656764299256737162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6656764299256737162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6656764299256737162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/lost.html' title='Lost.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-6869856136263170778</id><published>2008-06-11T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:54:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn i cant get u the fuck off my mind!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn u for everything!! Fucking suay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And i keep telling myself i dont fucking care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But obviously im just lying to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So u noe wat? I FUCKING CARE. Get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argh! Fark laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-6869856136263170778?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6869856136263170778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=6869856136263170778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6869856136263170778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/6869856136263170778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-7191445441534758240</id><published>2008-06-10T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:58:51.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rd.</title><content type='html'>I almost lost my bloody heart at work just now!!! Damn the kid who ran off without telling. Naseb laa die sampai umah. Kalau tak, dah jadi police case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont realli have much to blog. Basically because there's nothing much other than eat, shit, work, go out, project. Thats abt it. Although i spent weekdays working my ass off, im glad i still have fantastic weekends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going KL this Friday. Wont be back till Monday and if the trip goes well, i mite extend the holiday trip to tuesday. Which means the first day of school re-open i wont be attending school. Hopefully theres no UT. I havent check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniway, EURO 08 is on tonight. Spain VS Russia. And Greece VS Sweden later. Fahmi smangat! Pakai spain jersey tadi. Go Spain! viva la espana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have nothing to say.  Oh yes. Before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 19 BIRTHDAY TO IZZATEE!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 19 BIRTHDAY TO SAFIYAH!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 15 BIRTHDAY TO NAZRI!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohhh. Met Shah on Sunday. Shah is my lover once upon a time. Loved him like shit! But he's a womanizer. So yeaa. But still as hawt as ever! He wanted to patch things up. Although i find him to be still as hawt as ever and trying hard to prove he's serious now, i guess its too late. My love has changed to hate. So three words: Take Care Sudaaaaaaaaaaaaa! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay dabes. Gdnite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5 more minutes and its officially 12 more days. Hopefully its just a warning this time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-7191445441534758240?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7191445441534758240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=7191445441534758240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/7191445441534758240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/7191445441534758240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/23rd.html' title='23rd.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-591500102686939583</id><published>2008-06-05T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:46:50.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last.</title><content type='html'>BOO! Miss me? hehs. From what we all can see, i havent been updating my blog often. Alot of reasons. One in particularly would be i have been busy with work and FYP. Also, i want to cut down on the amount of time i spent in front of the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So holidays have started and just like before, i spent my weekdays working from morning till night and not very often, evening. I dont know why im working my ass off. I dont realli need the money. But now, im pretty much tired of working there. She's too demanding. I might be cutting down on the classes im teaching now. Either that or she can by all means fire me. I couldnt give a shit. I dont give a flying toot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday i went to the Zoo with the student care kids. Adorable laaa dorang. It was damn tiring but it was also a good experience. Although sometimes i wish i could leave them there and run home or feed them to the cheetahs, I most definitely had fun. Sorry no pictures. I was too busy shouting "Keep to ur left! The tram is coming!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the 28th, my skol had this event called Momentum. Went with Rissa and Joe. Liyana was performing. So i bought tics to watch. I found out that Liyana also knew Joe. And everytime i talked abt Joe, she says that she missed him. So i surprised her by inviting Joe to the performance. He was sweet enough to accompany me although he was tired after work. Thanks Love! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SEfoB86H84I/AAAAAAAAAhA/9EzPZjZhwv4/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208386614304699266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SEfoB86H84I/AAAAAAAAAhA/9EzPZjZhwv4/s400/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have nothing else to say. Gdnite! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-591500102686939583?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/591500102686939583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=591500102686939583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/591500102686939583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/591500102686939583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-last.html' title='One Last.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SEfoB86H84I/AAAAAAAAAhA/9EzPZjZhwv4/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-5540301683530693935</id><published>2008-05-17T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T22:55:25.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday.</title><content type='html'>I LOST MY SLIPPER!!! MY FREAKING BELOVED SLIPPER WHICH I WORE ALMOST EVERYDAY TO EVERYWHERE!!! Darn im furious rite now! Urgh! And my mom goes, "oh. slipper nyonya kau tu? Takpe laa. Beli je baru." SLIPPER NYONYA??? Klaker pe! hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was suppose to mit the girls. But Rissa couldnt make it. So we decided to postpone to next week. Early in the morning at freaking 9am, Amy called. Ask me out todae. But i said no. Reason no. 1, i realli didnt want to meet him. All this time i have been either ignoring his msges or just replied saying i couldnt make it, i was too tired. Reason no. 2, initially i thought i was still meeting the girls. Reason no. 3, he said we might be going with his friends. At first when he says friends, i thought it was his two friends Zat and Zul. So i was pretty much okay with it. But when i ask who are ur friends, he says sum other friends i have not met before. I ask how many are going, he said ard 8. But later some others might join. Knowing what kind of person he is and the uncountable tatoos on his body, i can imagine which friends he is refering to. So my first reaction was, NO FREAKING WAY.  He begged me for almost half an hour. Lols. Then when i gave him a firm no, he ask me to mit him now at his mummy's hse. Lagi taknak! Then bla bla bla. Put down the fone and went back to sleep. Then ard 12 i tink, Iskandar called me. That is when he told me Rissa couldnt make it. Then i msg the gurls. Yada yada. Then someone msged me. I forgot who. I think i realise something. People enjoy disturbing my sleep today. Just when i wanted to rest. Sheesh! So since i wasnt gg anywhr, i woke up at ard 1 plus. Clean my room and eat and went back to sleep. HAHA. Pig, i noe. Then ard 430, Amy called again disturbing my sleep, again! Then he said, "Dah laa u. Takmo bodoh sombong. U gi bgn, mandi pastu dtg umah mummy skg.". And i said, "U, i mungkin sombong. Tapi i tak bodoh." Talk, talk, talk. Think, think, think. Since he wanted to compromise, i decided to mit him. So ard 9, he went to mit his other friends, i went home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next up is Monday. Since i lost my slipper, i feel like going shopping. Hmmm. *thinking* Oh well. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-5540301683530693935?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5540301683530693935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=5540301683530693935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/5540301683530693935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/5540301683530693935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/saturday.html' title='Saturday.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-5112953688803814859</id><published>2008-05-14T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:19:50.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" a wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leave before she is being left."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Exactly.&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/3033802532093739331-5112953688803814859?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5112953688803814859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=5112953688803814859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/5112953688803814859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/5112953688803814859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/dots.html' title='Dots.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-3549434495687622474</id><published>2008-05-13T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:25:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get it back, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want it back, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Realized that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She don't know how to act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never been a dumb dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No I'm not dense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Just had a slight lack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of common sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was the good guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was the bad girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thinking one girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She thinking me, earl James and jimmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep she had plenty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But love for me, she didn't have any&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wont take long for me to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't worry bout me I'm fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Please don't worry bout me I'm fine)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only gonna play the fool one time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Only gonna play the fool one time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust me when I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That I'll be OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on girl(Go on girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on girl(Go on girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't get it back, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't want it back, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Realized that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She don't know how to act&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tried to settle down and look what I get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thought it was my time, but I guess not yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She at the bar getting drinks from many men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in the house, thinking shes with her girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trust not knowing, truly not knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look back now like, man, I was open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was inviting, her into my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But she was out riding in some other man's car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was my night time, thought I was her star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess I was wrong, but see I'm strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wont take long for me to move on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The mistake I made is clear(we never should've been together)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats the reason you're not here(I know that I can do much better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a single salty tear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a feeling in my chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby I'm feeling no stress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm too fly to be depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go on Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-3549434495687622474?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3549434495687622474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=3549434495687622474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3549434495687622474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/3549434495687622474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-on.html' title='Go on.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2147302086459686715</id><published>2008-05-13T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:17:21.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Severely grief-stricken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD, WHAT WAS I THINKING???!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FARK LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2147302086459686715?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2147302086459686715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2147302086459686715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2147302086459686715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2147302086459686715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/severely-grief-stricken.html' title='Severely grief-stricken'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2915242452097235836</id><published>2008-05-11T22:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:39:52.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siloso</title><content type='html'>Spencer's bday party was held at Sentosa Costa Sand Resort. It was one great saturday for me as i have been staying hme for the past few weekends. So in the late afternoon met Rissa and her boyfie, Iskandar, at habourfront. Then met Wong and straight to the chalet. They sure have a whole lot bottles of alcohol and liqour there. So we stayed and chatted awhile there. We walked off at around 10 plus. Then stayed awhile and took pictures. Only one location cause we were too lazy to walk ard. So at 11pm i followed the couple to Changi Hospital cause Is wanted to get MC for Sunday. We waited for 1hour plus for him to see the doc! SLOW!!! In the end i couldnt take it. I went off ard 1.45am. The other part of the morning is ...... nvm. Dont have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcB7tC-37I/AAAAAAAAAg4/P3oyEDVS2E4/s1600-h/Picture+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199126420038541234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcB7tC-37I/AAAAAAAAAg4/P3oyEDVS2E4/s400/Picture+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBztC-36I/AAAAAAAAAgw/WKwt-4bHlcM/s1600-h/Picture+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199126282599587746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBztC-36I/AAAAAAAAAgw/WKwt-4bHlcM/s400/Picture+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBk9C-35I/AAAAAAAAAgo/lPYXfAMThmQ/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199126029196517266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBk9C-35I/AAAAAAAAAgo/lPYXfAMThmQ/s400/Picture+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBbNC-34I/AAAAAAAAAgg/eXmM-Yh6Vak/s1600-h/Picture+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199125861692792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBbNC-34I/AAAAAAAAAgg/eXmM-Yh6Vak/s400/Picture+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBRdC-33I/AAAAAAAAAgY/6mJRVn8UrgI/s1600-h/Picture+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199125694189068146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBRdC-33I/AAAAAAAAAgY/6mJRVn8UrgI/s400/Picture+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBEtC-32I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/08nfOf78o2c/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199125475145736034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcBEtC-32I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/08nfOf78o2c/s400/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcA8NC-31I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RSU2HX8yoPk/s1600-h/Picture+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199125329116847954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcA8NC-31I/AAAAAAAAAgI/RSU2HX8yoPk/s400/Picture+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcA1NC-30I/AAAAAAAAAgA/V-Sfb7-87Vk/s1600-h/Picture+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199125208857763650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcA1NC-30I/AAAAAAAAAgA/V-Sfb7-87Vk/s400/Picture+085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcArtC-3zI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BfiZl9P640U/s1600-h/Picture+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199125045649006386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcArtC-3zI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BfiZl9P640U/s400/Picture+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Every night before we go to sleep, we lie to ourselves.  Desperately hoping that in the morning, it will all come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2915242452097235836?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2915242452097235836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2915242452097235836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2915242452097235836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2915242452097235836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/siloso.html' title='Siloso'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SCcB7tC-37I/AAAAAAAAAg4/P3oyEDVS2E4/s72-c/Picture+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-9084837405454903730</id><published>2008-04-25T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T16:14:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Chicken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seven notable cooks are challenged to create a delicious recipe with one of America's favorite ingredients. The result? Unbelievably good dinners! Just look at the pictures and u'll soon be covered with salivas! Okay gross. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPwX9zaqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IP_-rSqF8hI/s1600-h/A0201694A7A23FE96AA8CF1FE9CA5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089906564623010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPwX9zaqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IP_-rSqF8hI/s400/A0201694A7A23FE96AA8CF1FE9CA5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken with Summer Squash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Created by Susan Sugarman, food stylist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPgX9zapI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ApBwT9qXZu8/s1600-h/54E5609E2D95EA31E55C12463985F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089631686716050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPgX9zapI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ApBwT9qXZu8/s400/54E5609E2D95EA31E55C12463985F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drumsticks with Peas &amp;amp; Rice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Created by Scott Peacock, chef and Southern food guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I specially love this!!) *kening naik naik*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPYX9zaoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YfVQ5Xpy4bo/s1600-h/9FCC741A45152EF02566E5A717F47E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089494247762562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPYX9zaoI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YfVQ5Xpy4bo/s400/9FCC741A45152EF02566E5A717F47E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken Breasts with Herbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Created by Melanie Barnard, author of Panini and 12 other cookbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPRH9zanI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Svr07kPDhQo/s1600-h/8C778AD9A5668B71F37892F9D3CA2B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089369693710962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPRH9zanI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Svr07kPDhQo/s400/8C778AD9A5668B71F37892F9D3CA2B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sesame Chicken with Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Created by Jackie Newgent, nutritionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPL39zamI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fCl0GdLALDU/s1600-h/DBAFA1EF80E023F1623FEC45A285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089279499397730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPL39zamI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/fCl0GdLALDU/s400/DBAFA1EF80E023F1623FEC45A285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken with Asparagus &amp;amp; Peas&lt;br /&gt;Created by David Bonom, recipe developer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPB39zalI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7AdhqYwzBig/s1600-h/A07437F01FE54DAA945A2894909C33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193089107700705874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPB39zalI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7AdhqYwzBig/s400/A07437F01FE54DAA945A2894909C33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chicken Thighs with Artichocks&lt;br /&gt;Created by Pam Anderson, Better Homes and Gardens food columnist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I like this!!! YUMS!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGOxX9zakI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LvOLBzQ7hNI/s1600-h/E59682EF55175B4D91EB629AA7E3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193088824232864322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGOxX9zakI/AAAAAAAAAfA/LvOLBzQ7hNI/s400/E59682EF55175B4D91EB629AA7E3B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chicken with Lime &amp;amp; Avocado Salsa&lt;br /&gt; Created by Rocco DiSpirito, TV chef and cookbook author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So can i have a chef for a husband pretty pls??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-9084837405454903730?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9084837405454903730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=9084837405454903730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/9084837405454903730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/9084837405454903730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/project-chicken.html' title='Project Chicken.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mofBE_V2K48/SBGPwX9zaqI/AAAAAAAAAfw/IP_-rSqF8hI/s72-c/A0201694A7A23FE96AA8CF1FE9CA5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033802532093739331.post-2744745090776051585</id><published>2008-04-10T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T22:30:43.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was shity. I had FYP meeting early in the bloody morning. Baru ingat nak bgn lambat. Dah tak jadi plak. So pagi pagi i siap go sch. Making my way to the bustop, i suddenly felt like shitting. HAH! So i went back home. Did my business and rushed off again to catch the 8.30am bus. Lucky for me, i made it. So i wasnt late for the meeting. My misery didnt end there. My FYP grp consist of 4 China student and one pathetic local student, me, obviously. So it wasnt easy to communicate with them. But still manageable. Was okay lahh. Just that when they start talking in their China accent, my kepala oso start to pusing. They say the meeting wasnt gonna be long. So i was like &lt;em&gt;"okay takpe. Tahan babe. Tahan.".&lt;/em&gt; Skali die cakap ade exhibition at Suntec that we had to attend. ALAH! After meeting was over, we had 1hour30min to spend before the bus pick us up. Ape lagi. First 30min gi makan. Now this is the worst part of the day. I was very very hungry. Case 10hari 10malam tak makan punye lapar. The macaroni looked interesting. And this is what happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me:&lt;em&gt; Cik. Macaroni soup satu ehk. Abeh tak nak tauge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *Smiled sincerely at her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Makcik:&lt;em&gt; Okay. Macaroni soup tak nak tauge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the food came*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cik. Saye cakap taknak tauge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Makcik: &lt;em&gt;Iye? Cik terlupa. Kenape tak cakap tadi?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *ni part makcik minta kene sepak!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Takpe lah cik. Dah masak pon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *Gave a fake smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! &amp;amp; thats not the worst part. The worst part is, the macaroni soup was f tasteless! The soup tasted like WATER! &amp;amp; did i mention i was f hungry!! GRR!! Then dah makan we had one hour to do nth. So we went back to one of the guy's hostel and watch scary movie. Which is not scary at all. Plus, i dun understand the show. Its called "The Howling". Go figure. Then we headed for Suntec. Yada yada. The bus sucks. No air-con. Means i cannot sleep. Nvm. When i reach there my facilitator said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"Siti, u cannot go in cause u are wearing a slipper. Its a formal event."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So i said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Okay. You didnt tell me that earlier. So what now? I must go back take my shoe and come back?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Talk talk talk. Then decided that 2 of my frens will go in first. Then i have to borrow my friend's shoe to go in later with the other two member. Shift lah gitu. We had an hour each to look at the exhibition. So, while the two gurls were inside, me and the two other boys decided to play pool. Somehow, we ended up smoking at the back and then sat for half an hour at Mcdonalds eating vanilla ice-cream.  Sucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pray for you. Get well soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033802532093739331-2744745090776051585?l=isayiblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2744745090776051585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033802532093739331&amp;postID=2744745090776051585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2744745090776051585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033802532093739331/posts/default/2744745090776051585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isayiblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday.'/><author><name>n a Z I E r a h</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01861388010344725406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
