<?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-6350340287179189155</id><updated>2011-10-12T06:43:53.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. funky . chunky .</title><subtitle type='html'>"He who can go to the fountain does not go to the water-jar" - Leonardo da Vinci</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3265935536811039363</id><published>2011-01-12T04:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T04:14:58.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woohoo! setelah sekian lama aku tak tulis apa-apa di sini, voila! here I am~ hehehe. sebenarnya saja nak mencapap disini sebab nak menghabiskan masa menunggu kain baju habis dibasuh washing machine. Bosan nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So anyway, today (or should I say, yesterday, as it is already 4am in the morning) I swear, was the LONGEST time I have ever sat in front of the computer (jangan kira waktu aku bermain Facebook). Sumpah lama. I was there since noon till I realized it was already 11.30pm. Tu dia. I was busy applying for a place to do my practical training here &amp;amp; there, semua tempat la aku apply. I aint gonna name names here, sebab kalau aku tak dapat, buat malu je. Hehehe. Penat seh. Never knew this could be so damn tiring. But yeah, basically thats all I did yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Click click click. SEND. Click click click. SEND.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Yawns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eh baju dah siap basuh rasanya. Dah lebih 30 minit. Ok lah. Babai. Jumpa lagi bila aku rajin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya Allah, speaking of rajin, I dont know WHY I am too lazy nowadays. Mungkin sebab dah habis kelas, so otak terus shut down. Sepatutnya aku dah start tulis thesis proposal or carik bahan la, at least, but I have not done dua-dua. Hebat tak aku. Ntah bila la nak start. Tajuk thesis pun masih vague. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God help me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ok lah. Kali ni babai betul. Harus tidur. Najibah is picking me up today, we'll be having lunch in Bangsar. Banana leaf, baby! Lepas tu aku harus jadi kakak mithali, have to go fetch my 16 year old sisters from school at 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3265935536811039363?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3265935536811039363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2011/01/morning-rant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3265935536811039363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3265935536811039363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2011/01/morning-rant.html' title='morning rant'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6242662058899715022</id><published>2010-11-01T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T01:16:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pennywise VS Chucky. hahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TM2kO_9p3XI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Gz6_Jv-yklY/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-11-01+at+12.40.07+AM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TM2kO_9p3XI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Gz6_Jv-yklY/s400/Screen+shot+2010-11-01+at+12.40.07+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534260094703361394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6242662058899715022?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6242662058899715022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/11/pennywise-vs-chucky-hahahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6242662058899715022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6242662058899715022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/11/pennywise-vs-chucky-hahahaha.html' title='Pennywise VS Chucky. hahahaha'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TM2kO_9p3XI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Gz6_Jv-yklY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-11-01+at+12.40.07+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3758463821341587926</id><published>2010-10-16T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:47:31.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Yes, homosexuality is wrong. If we must hate, hate the lifestyle, not the people living it. You ask us to abandon &amp;amp; "boycott" these people. And when we do, they would be mingling amongst themselves only - amongst those who share the same belief &amp;amp; lead the same lifestyle. Then who would bring them back to the right path? The answer is no one, because nobody among them would think that what they're doing is wrong. Don't hate. Love them. Embrace them. After all, they're still human. A brother. A sister. A cousin. A relative. A friend. Who knows, maybe one day, they'd find their way back home, &amp;amp; be more 'alim' &amp;amp; a better Muslim than you claim yourself to be :)&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/6350340287179189155-3758463821341587926?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3758463821341587926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-or-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3758463821341587926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3758463821341587926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-or-hate.html' title='Love or Hate'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3307760352272050065</id><published>2010-09-28T04:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T04:49:56.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've Got a Crush on You" cover</title><content type='html'>I couldn't find any minus one/instrumental music anywhere for this song, so I decided to just go ahead without it :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/95c9USsH7Z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/95c9USsH7Z0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3307760352272050065?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3307760352272050065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-got-crush-on-you-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3307760352272050065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3307760352272050065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/09/ive-got-crush-on-you-cover.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve Got a Crush on You&quot; cover'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4227772583560493092</id><published>2010-09-18T05:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T05:13:34.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my blog is...dead. probably why I don't advertise my blog everywhere like any other blogger would do. thing is, sometimes (well, maybe all the time. hehe) I am just too lazy to write anything here. I don't have interesting poems to post here, like some of my friends do. even my Koh Samui post ada 1 je post. haha! been meaning to post more about it, but it's either I'm busy, or just plain lazy. it's 5.11am now, &amp;amp; I shall be getting to bed, get some sleep before driving around finding an SPSS Software CD. I'd have to go to Mines, then will head for Low Yat. ngeh. so yeah, goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-4227772583560493092?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4227772583560493092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/09/yawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4227772583560493092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4227772583560493092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/09/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7479872629303325202</id><published>2010-08-30T00:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T01:12:08.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Here's the thing. Whenever any one of my cousins gets heartbroken, gets dumped by a guy, has problems in her relationship, we always meet up, to give the broken hearted girl (BHG) a little comfort &amp;amp; sometimes, if not all the times, the BHG would ask for some advice, which the rest of us would happily give out, you know, in order to help. But every single time I offer the BHG a little piece of advice (only after being asked), &amp;amp; try to comfort her, she'd say, "Oh how would you know? You don't have a boyfriend". That BITCH. Daripada aku kesian, terus aku rasa macam nak cakap, "Padan muka hang". It's really irritating. If you don't want my advice or words of comfort, then don't ask, if you're just gonna shut me down. EVERY TIME, ok. So yesterday, me + Aimie + Atoy were discussing Atoy's mixed feelings on her relationship with her boyfriend. Me &amp;amp; Aimie offered our words of advice, and Atoy accepted every word with grace. I said to Aimie, "You know, kalau aku cakap kat kazen aku, they'd say ' oh you don't have a boyfriend, how'd you know??'". Then Aimie said something I really liked: "Sebab kau takda boyfriend la kau boleh fikir dengan rasional. Dorang dah blinded by love, &amp;amp; fikir ikut hati". Huh. This is definitely going to be my comeback next time. Then just now, I read this comment by my sister's friend on her Facebook page, which I thought is amazing! He took the words right out of my mouth ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Thats cause you see, third party observers they can analyze the situation of a friend who is in a relationship without being under the influence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you're in love or stupid in love for that matter, your rational judgment is clouded. So y&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;ou can't make objective based decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thats why us singles are good company for them best friends who were just dumped or cheated. :D"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;a class="actorName" href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=530475400" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=530475400" style="cursor: pointer; color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Danny Chew Mun Wye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7479872629303325202?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7479872629303325202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/08/ngeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7479872629303325202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7479872629303325202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/08/ngeh.html' title='ngeh'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2661852039431496821</id><published>2010-08-13T13:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T14:41:05.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koh Samui Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello. It's been a while since I wrote something here. Been busy with my studies &amp;amp; stuff. And if you know me personally, you probably know that I was in Thailand 2 weeks ago for 5 days. Been meaning to write something on that trip, but I was still adjusting to life in M'sia to sit down &amp;amp; squeeze those wonderful memories out of my head. Haha. But here I am, willing to share my experience there with you readers (if there is any).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, I woke up to a very gloomy Friday. It was raining, yes, but somehow I felt off. My heart seemed like it was in the wrong place. My head suddenly flashed back to the memories I had in Thailand. Then I realized how much I am missing that place :( All of us do. There were 6 of us who went on that trip, it was a lot of fun. It gave us opportunities to ogle at the hot tourists guys who were everywhere ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the little jacuzzi in our duplex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTdAHzDAlI/AAAAAAAAANw/hdzp3DXtRBk/s400/DSC04650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504767638716482130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bed is upstairs (please excuse Aimie in the picture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTf_NdXbHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HMnjsDT4Wws/s400/DSC04648.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504770921591172210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pool area  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTmM50y1RI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HNpqulajB4E/s320/DSC04927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504777753908663570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;the pathway leading to our room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTmKz92R2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/0af_6WHa0uw/s320/38692_455053430026_512605026_6584325_703228_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504777717976287074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTmMSq9jeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MNlnSgWuAsk/s320/DSC04662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504777743398440418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;the beach in the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTmLy-rT0I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/DModbtyyenE/s320/DSC04660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504777734891196226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;the balcony in front of our duplex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTmLX-C9sI/AAAAAAAAAOI/46ku8Ls5pJQ/s320/DSC04659.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504777727640794818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2661852039431496821?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2661852039431496821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/08/koh-samui-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2661852039431496821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2661852039431496821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/08/koh-samui-part-1.html' title='Koh Samui Part 1'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TGTdAHzDAlI/AAAAAAAAANw/hdzp3DXtRBk/s72-c/DSC04650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6216648720679065893</id><published>2010-08-10T11:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:40:58.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;the things that science &amp;amp; maths teach us are what we live by. but the things that literature teaches us - the human connection, how to love &amp;amp; care, how to live, all of which forms a picture that no camera can take - are what we live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6216648720679065893?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6216648720679065893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6216648720679065893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6216648720679065893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='just a little something'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-380542772012931218</id><published>2010-07-11T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:23:42.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;NEVER talk 'literature' to those who don't fully understand it. they'd fail to read between the lines &amp;amp; see the underlying meaning of anything. everything is not as it seems in literature. u play with words, u play with tones, u can mix &amp;amp; shake things up just to form yet another sentence which carries the same meaning as one that can be easily understood by laymen. they'd take things too literally &amp;amp; in the end make a fool out of themselves for trying too hard to decipher what something really means, when the meaning itself is oh so simple. dont make things complicated - can u do that?&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/6350340287179189155-380542772012931218?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/380542772012931218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/380542772012931218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/380542772012931218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-annoyed.html' title='i&apos;m annoyed'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8812629144856228193</id><published>2010-06-21T19:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T22:39:09.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerous love ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoyeah! A week ago or so my siblings shopped online, and I ordered a Betsey Johnson bag, and 2 days ago my sister told me that the things will arrive on Malaysian soil in around 8 - 10 days! Woo hoo! Cant wait! :D I was gonna order this one at first;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TB94c911SEI/AAAAAAAAANg/-HwePxPvzzQ/s400/729903_fpx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485235310192576578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 367px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt; but this can only be ordered through the Betsey Johnson official website, and they dont deliver to Malaysia, so I settled with this one instead;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TB949Jx3AHI/AAAAAAAAANo/rgt70K3KBe8/s400/41%2BqWmsP-gL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485235863152951410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sayang tak dapat beli the first one, but what the heck :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8812629144856228193?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8812629144856228193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangerous-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8812629144856228193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8812629144856228193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangerous-love.html' title='dangerous love ♥'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TB94c911SEI/AAAAAAAAANg/-HwePxPvzzQ/s72-c/729903_fpx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6211578350458134452</id><published>2010-06-18T20:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T18:55:21.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red baby yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I decided to click the Blogger:Dashboard tab on the Bookmark Bar today, and apparently there have been some changes with Blogger - there are some new pretty layouts available without me having to get them from another website! I changed mine to this - how do you like it? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While editing my blog, I noticed that there hasn't been a SINGLE post on my new car! :O How did that happen? So yeah, this post right here will be dedicated to my Vios replacement :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 26th of May 2010, Dad went to Kelana Jaya &amp;amp; got my car! There'll be a lot of ! in this post, so hold on to your seats! ! ! Hahaha. Just like before, when they surprised me with the Vios, they decided to try it on me again. But of course, I already knew they were gonna do it. Right after I told Dad that I was goin to Ipoh on Friday, suddenly he &amp;amp; Mom 'had' to go 'somewhere'. Pfft. When I asked where, there was a lot of 'um' &amp;amp; 'aaa'. Duhh. LOL. And voila, they came home that night with it! My car! I mean, my new car! Hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TBvIuxhEdVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hBgAoqhjVN0/s1600/mazda3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TBvIuxhEdVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hBgAoqhjVN0/s400/mazda3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484197677145290066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tada~ I still have no idea what to name it. [Is it really necessary, anyway?] But you know, my previous car was a Vios, so I named it Britney since Britney Spears was in the TV commercial for Vios. But this? Was gonna name it Damon Salavatore, after that hot, sexy, brooding vampire in The Vampire Diaries (played by Ian Somerhalder), but I dont know. It sounds cheesy naming your car after a guy. Plus, a celebrity crush is not gonna last forever. What am I gonna do when I no longer like Ian Somerhalder? Hahaha ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the next 24 hours after I got this, I drove to Ipoh. Yes. All the way. Hehe. The last time, I drove to Pulau Perhentian in the first 3 weeks I got my Vios. I guess I just have to test-drive them all. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK that's it. I know I once thought of not uploading any photos of my car(s) on FB, Twitter, and here, but I am just to damn excited &amp;amp; happy! I mean, I never dreamed that I would actually OWN this! I was planning to use the Vios for a coupla years, &amp;amp;&lt;i&gt; then &lt;/i&gt;trade it with this beauty, but I, for sure did NOT expect for Dad to buy this for me, &amp;amp; trade the Vios with another car! It is still very surreal to me, really :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; It's 3.40am &amp;amp; I'm sleepy, so good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6211578350458134452?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6211578350458134452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-baby-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6211578350458134452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6211578350458134452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-baby-yeah.html' title='red baby yeah'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/TBvIuxhEdVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/hBgAoqhjVN0/s72-c/mazda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8805587022362213020</id><published>2010-06-04T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:17:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hohoho!</title><content type='html'>Hello, world!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks (or no thanks) to Twitter, I find it useless to have a blog nowadays. I mean, the whole point of blogging is to jot down every single thing that's on your mind, and everything that is goin on in your life, but as y'all know, Twitter is here. I tweet almost every minuteI miss, so I see no point in blogging -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I miss Bali already! It was so much fun. I brought with me RM1500, and hopped on the flight home with just RMo.60 in my purse. Haha! It was nice to see Perry &amp;amp; her boyfriend Amir, although I do wish we had more time together. And not wasted so much time attending to Anna &amp;amp; her drug problems. Gah. Thanks Perry &amp;amp; Amir for being such wonderful friends &amp;amp; tour guides, taking us around Bali like it's ours. Hehe. I love you both ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 days after I got back from Bali, I went to Ipoh with Aimie, Ain, &amp;amp; Atoy &amp;amp; stayed at Ain's crib. Her Mom booked a chalet for us at the Clearwater Sanctuary Golf Resort in Batu Gajah, so we stayed there for one night. It was fun. We did a lot of things - swimming, kayaking, golfing, played snooker, &amp;amp; cycling. All in one day! Then at the end of the day, we went to the spa &amp;amp; treated ourselves to some good ol' scrubbing &amp;amp; facial. I miss Ipoh now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss getaways! We're planning to go to Singapore this 16th, so hopefully it'll happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a case not related to any of the above - last night, I dreamt I had a Chinese boyfriend. What the...?? Weird, I tell ya. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8805587022362213020?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8805587022362213020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/hohoho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8805587022362213020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8805587022362213020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/06/hohoho.html' title='hohoho!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3544211799151561632</id><published>2010-04-26T02:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:45:41.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, world! no. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK now I feel like writing. Hahahaha ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cant wait to go to Bali and Ko Pha Ngan! Aaaarrgghh~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya know, ever since our childhood friend went to Bali for her degree, we've planned many plans to visit her over there, but not once did that plan come true - until this year! woohoo! weeks before exams started a while ago, we bought return tickets to Bali. so now, there's no canceling bcoz we've already bought them tix! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and a day later, my other group of friends bought tickets to Ko Pha Ngan, Thailand for this July :D Some friends of hers wanna go to the Full Moon Party, and so we're tagging along. Hehe. I dont think I'll be goin to the party, since i am not really a huge fan of partyin, so i'll just sit on the beach and hopefully some drunk white dude wont mistaken me for a prostitute. lol! hey it happens ok (in Thailand, i mean, not to me) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh my. my writing is getting lousier and lousier day by day. when i was doin my degree i was really rajin u know. i used to write all the time thus improving on my skills. but now? macam tahi! and i am getting lazier, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok lah. thats all for now. just thought i'd write smthing -_______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3544211799151561632?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3544211799151561632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world-no-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3544211799151561632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3544211799151561632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world-no-2.html' title='hello, world! no. 2'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2682021796607151676</id><published>2010-04-26T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T02:33:39.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. It's been a LONG time since I last wrote smthing here. Been busy, and I almost forgot about this blog. Haha. But thanks to Aziz who just started blogging, I decided to sneak a peek at my account. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am DONE with the first semester! Woo hoo! How time flew by so fast, ei? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I am not really in the mood to write. I'll write smthing when I feel like it, ok? In the meantime, baibai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2682021796607151676?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2682021796607151676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2682021796607151676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2682021796607151676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-world.html' title='hello, world!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8680339271041176525</id><published>2010-02-17T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:38:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiba-tiba rasa macam nak &lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt; pakai tudung balik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hrmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8680339271041176525?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8680339271041176525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/02/oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8680339271041176525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8680339271041176525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/02/oo.html' title='o_O'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-5535701683741753351</id><published>2010-02-17T01:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:37:01.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have got to start studying &amp;amp; catching up on my studies. It's already February (semester started late December), and I haven't opened any books on the subjects. I've borrowed books from Najibah on communication subjects to read up, and I still haven't read any of them. Next week will be our first presentation of the semester. We have to come up with a book proposal, and present it to the whole class. A group work. Tomorrow my group's gonna hv a discussion on it. The other groups in my class have already started on the assignment, and we have yet to do anything. Nothing. And I am freaking worried. I'm really hoping we are able to get it done in 1 sitting (if that's possible) or maybe by the end of this week. The proposal is only a 5-page paper. Ho ho ho hopefully =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6350340287179189155-5535701683741753351?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/5535701683741753351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/02/ho-ho-ho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5535701683741753351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5535701683741753351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/02/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8065554513468490162</id><published>2010-02-14T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:45:37.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yada yada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya Allah. I just posted a post with Alexander McQueen's designs, and now he is no longer with us. So sad. And what a coincidence -____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And a guy friend texted me the night before Vday, asking me to be his Valentine. I didn't text back coz I thought he was joking, judging by his tone. Turned out he wasn't. HAHAHAHA. Well, it's not like I like him (that way) anyway. I don't wanna be anybody's Valentine, for that matter. Just not yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8065554513468490162?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8065554513468490162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/02/yada-yada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8065554513468490162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8065554513468490162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/02/yada-yada.html' title='yada yada'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8494193757147842726</id><published>2010-01-29T01:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T02:05:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McQueen's a King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HRgCSQ7OI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8V4Zh9IqHis/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-heart-pee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not really into fashion, but it's safe to say that I'm a McQueen fan. He's the ONLY designer (tho I don't know much about fashion) whose designs I actually HAVE shed a few tears for. They're just too beautiful! I first heard of him &amp;amp; saw his fashion show (on TV, that is) when I was in high school I think. It was for VH1, and Bjork was performing alongside. Fell in love at first sight. Haha. I just ain't go no money to buy his designs. YET. One day, one sweet day T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMvSQjaII/AAAAAAAAALI/XrZ7bf8MiLs/s1600-h/b-alexander-mcqueen-we-4a188b60073a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMvSQjaII/AAAAAAAAALI/XrZ7bf8MiLs/s400/b-alexander-mcqueen-we-4a188b60073a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431847738312714370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMu-x6IoI/AAAAAAAAALA/yRxH26PElTY/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-resort-2010-collection-010709-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMu-x6IoI/AAAAAAAAALA/yRxH26PElTY/s400/alexander-mcqueen-resort-2010-collection-010709-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431847733083906690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMuQGfFQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1qaV4JCiBo4/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-2009-fall-winter-style-shots-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMuQGfFQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/1qaV4JCiBo4/s400/alexander-mcqueen-2009-fall-winter-style-shots-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431847720553747714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMtjBt_iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pZIyFFxr3j4/s1600-h/Alexander+McQueen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMtjBt_iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pZIyFFxr3j4/s400/Alexander+McQueen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431847708454157858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMtYPH0yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W3KBL4nGdUg/s1600-h/00260m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMtYPH0yI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W3KBL4nGdUg/s400/00260m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431847705557586722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOkclBp7I/AAAAAAAAALw/jIvTkW54WVE/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-skull-zipper-clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOkclBp7I/AAAAAAAAALw/jIvTkW54WVE/s400/alexander-mcqueen-skull-zipper-clutch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431849751127631794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOkKck8wI/AAAAAAAAALo/Rs7blIwpUjI/s1600-h/Alexander-McQueen-Red-Faithful-Tote-Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOkKck8wI/AAAAAAAAALo/Rs7blIwpUjI/s400/Alexander-McQueen-Red-Faithful-Tote-Bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431849746260357890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HQUPmE29I/AAAAAAAAAMg/YujRX1Laj0s/s1600-h/Alexander-McQueen-Dogtooth-Faithful-Tote-Bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HQUPmE29I/AAAAAAAAAMg/YujRX1Laj0s/s400/Alexander-McQueen-Dogtooth-Faithful-Tote-Bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431851671787723730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOjKox6YI/AAAAAAAAALY/wj2db-WMMA8/s1600-h/Alexander-McQueen-Faithful-Bucket-Tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOjKox6YI/AAAAAAAAALY/wj2db-WMMA8/s400/Alexander-McQueen-Faithful-Bucket-Tote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431849729131669890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HOi5kexWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/P5HcYO2T3tk/s400/alexander-mcqueen-bag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431849724550235490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HP2rJG1TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Wh4TXEDP-vQ/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HP2rJG1TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Wh4TXEDP-vQ/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431851163786335538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HP2fQ2YUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qWDFmokL3pQ/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen-swarovski.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HP2fQ2YUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/qWDFmokL3pQ/s400/alexander-mcqueen-swarovski.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431851160597586242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 210px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HP2FmDXvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0SykVTlPCAk/s1600-h/alexander-mcqueen--9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HP2FmDXvI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0SykVTlPCAk/s400/alexander-mcqueen--9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431851153707196146" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HRgCSQ7OI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8V4Zh9IqHis/s400/alexander-mcqueen-heart-pee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431852973885025506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8494193757147842726?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8494193757147842726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/mcqueens-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8494193757147842726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8494193757147842726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/mcqueens-king.html' title='McQueen&apos;s a King'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/S2HMvSQjaII/AAAAAAAAALI/XrZ7bf8MiLs/s72-c/b-alexander-mcqueen-we-4a188b60073a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3202103697099237139</id><published>2010-01-24T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:15:33.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job oh job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need a part-time job. I want a part-time job. I'm bored. Classes are on Wednesdays &amp;amp; Thursdays, and every other day I'm free as a bird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3202103697099237139?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3202103697099237139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-oh-job.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3202103697099237139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3202103697099237139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/job-oh-job.html' title='job oh job'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6536245422130206635</id><published>2010-01-14T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:55:35.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrinkled, blue flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today went well. After class finished at 4pm, went to KLCC to wait for Ain to be done with her work. The moment I went up the escalator from the parking lot, saw Aida &amp;amp; her fiance. What a kuinkiden! Hehe. So I got to hang out with Aida for a bit. Went jalan-jalan. Then just in time she was leaving, Ain came down from her office. Drove to Subang, picked up Junad &amp;amp; Haris, went to Muhibah Seafood in TTDI. Loved it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6536245422130206635?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6536245422130206635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrinkled-blue-flowers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6536245422130206635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6536245422130206635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrinkled-blue-flowers.html' title='wrinkled, blue flowers'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7251786753428603268</id><published>2010-01-09T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T01:35:21.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die lah like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2nd &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;ignment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get any designer/illustrator from Karangkraf to attend a seminar which I have to organize myself, as a speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say organize, I really mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ORGANIZE&lt;/span&gt; - from inviting the person, to making the posters for advert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My seminar is on the 18th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm effin' scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak berhenti belajar, boleh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7251786753428603268?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7251786753428603268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/die-lah-like-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7251786753428603268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7251786753428603268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/die-lah-like-this.html' title='Die lah like this'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2520099900222252341</id><published>2010-01-01T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:05:10.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sales oh sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first class commenced on the 30th December - which was 2 days ago. It went well. The lecturer was nice. But I must say, I was so embarrassed when we were asked to introduce ourselves to the whole class. Mainly because while everybody mentioned their associations with this publishing house, that publishing house, I got nothing. Blank. That's what my resume looks like. My new classmates' resumes were all impressive! (Aimie excluded. Jangan perasan eh Mimi. Haha). One works for The Sun. One worked for Popular Bookstore. Just to name a few. I'm the sad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then yesterday we had our 2nd day of class, and everybody started to bond. But then came Seminar class, and gaaahh! We were already given our first assignment! It's gonna be so tough, considering I ain't got a freaking clue about anything publishing. And marketing. The only marketing I do is marketing myself. LOL! Ok, a joke. But seriously, I am super duper scared that I might not be able to do it. Of all the chapters (the short ones), and of all the experienced adults in the room, I got one of the longest topics in the book which is Sales &amp;amp; Distribution. Like, wth? AND I, with the least experience, got it. What a joy. Raya comes early I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am sweating my balls out, worrying &amp;amp; stressing about the assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, I feel like changing course to English Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at times, I feel like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mau kena lepuk ngan bapak aku dah bayar yuran. Haha :P&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/6350340287179189155-2520099900222252341?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2520099900222252341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/sales-oh-sales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2520099900222252341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2520099900222252341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2010/01/sales-oh-sales.html' title='sales oh sales'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1314543312464004449</id><published>2009-12-12T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:14:57.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 things I miss about UIA (no kidding)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Saya rindu UIA.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saya rindu kehidupan di UIA.&lt;br /&gt;3. Saya rindu pool car pergi kelas.&lt;br /&gt;4. Saya rindu teh ais di UIA.&lt;br /&gt;5. Saya rindu pergi makan di mahallah saya, Asiah, dan pergi Aminah bersama rakan² sebilik atau ke Halimah.&lt;br /&gt;6. Saya rindu teh ais Halimah.&lt;br /&gt;7. Saya rindu buat assignments.&lt;br /&gt;8. Saya rindu buat assignments sambil dengar lagu &amp;amp; main game di laptop or tengok dvd.&lt;br /&gt;9. Saya rindu tidur siang selepas pulang dari kelas.&lt;br /&gt;10. Saya rindu jogging keliling mahallah Asiah setiap petang.&lt;br /&gt;11. Saya rindu lepak di HS Cafe setipa kali menunggu masa utk ke kelas seterusnya.&lt;br /&gt;12. Saya rindu berbual bersama sesiapa yg kebetulan ada di HS Cafe waktu itu.&lt;br /&gt;13. Saya rindu lepak di Kyros Kebab dari jam 12 tengah hari selama 3 jam utk kelas seterusnya bermula.&lt;br /&gt;14. Saya rindu bersiap² dan berhias utk keluar bersama Mereka, dan kelam kabut pulang ke tanah suci sebelum jam 12 tgh malam.&lt;br /&gt;15. Saya rindu tidur (atau tidak tidur) di luar UIA kerana telah terlambat utk masuk gate UIA selepas jam 12 tgh malam, dan terpaksa menunggu gate dibuka semula jam 6 pagi.&lt;br /&gt;16. Saya rindu ke library pada musim exam - waktu dimana saya akan duduk di meja dan melihat lelaki² kacak di library :D&lt;br /&gt;17. Saya rindu swimming di Female Sports Complex.&lt;br /&gt;18. Saya rindu membunyikan honk kereta apabila lalu sebelah block bilik Jen utk memanggilnya turun, dan Jen akan menghantar sms berkata "3min". "3min" dalam bahasa Jen bermaksod 5 jam.&lt;br /&gt;19. Saya rindu memakai jubah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;20. Saya rindu JJ Wangsa Maju, OTK, Plaza Andaman (kan?), dan mamak sederet KFC dan OTK tuh. Hanya Jen yg ingat nama mamak tuh.&lt;br /&gt;21. Saya rindu kawan² di UIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;All of these I will never experience again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1314543312464004449?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1314543312464004449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-things-i-miss-about-uia-no-kidding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1314543312464004449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1314543312464004449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-things-i-miss-about-uia-no-kidding.html' title='21 things I miss about UIA (no kidding)'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2840106715014932986</id><published>2009-12-09T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:10:41.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heart oh heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have fallen for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And now I found myself waiting for him, even though he doesn't know I feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2840106715014932986?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2840106715014932986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-oh-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2840106715014932986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2840106715014932986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/12/heart-oh-heart.html' title='heart oh heart'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6217797067022432548</id><published>2009-11-30T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:36:15.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my</title><content type='html'>I have officially lost my magic in writing. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I used to be able (Note: Past tense) to write poems in one sitting. And now, I can't even pen down what I'm thinking without having to think about it first! This is stressing me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was surfing the internet yesterday, and I thought, "Hey why don't I gather the thoughts in my mind and squeeze them into a poem. Yeah, I could do that. It's been a long time since I'd done that". And so, I sat in front of the computer, fingers on the keyboard, yet nothing came to me. I stared blankly at the screen. Still nothing! "This is weird", I thought. "I can do this. I've done this a million times before, and I can do this now!". Nothing. Still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it. I feel like a complete idiot. A nobody. I mean, I have so many things going on inside my head, but somehow &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;came out?? This is so bad. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know that I've been out of school since April, but come on, how did I get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; bad? This is aweful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:O&lt;/span&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/6350340287179189155-6217797067022432548?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6217797067022432548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6217797067022432548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6217797067022432548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my.html' title='oh my'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7140191867601757220</id><published>2009-11-16T02:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:23:01.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;My heart belongs to no one but myself for now, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. That's my answer to people around me who just love to ask when will I have a boyfriend. THAT'S THE ANSWER. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Carve it on your ribs, brains, whatever.&lt;/span&gt; I am sick of people asking me the stupid question. How the hell will I know when it's gonna happen?? I ain't no God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was hanging out with a few friends of mine a few weeks ago, and they asked me this. Eeee. Geram. I told them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It it happens, it happens. Don't expect me to go out &amp;amp; literally hunt for a man".&lt;/span&gt; Oh, this was after they told me to go out and find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't go out &amp;amp; find someone. You don't go out &amp;amp; oh, there it is, love. Right by the roadside. Or smoking shisha in Hartamas. No. It doesn't happen like that. It's a process. And it is up to God. Seriously, I have no problem being single, because I know everybody's meant to be with somebody. Maybe not now, maybe not tomorrow, but someday. I don't go around worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One time, a friend asked me "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aren't you bored? You know, being alone &amp;amp; stuff?".&lt;/span&gt; And another said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh it's fine with you, coz you're used to it, you go everywhere by yourself &amp;amp; alone"&lt;/span&gt;. Hey, here's a new word to add to your vocab - &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time I met them, one asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't you wanna be happy?"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am happy. I don't feel like I desperately need a guy just to be happy"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And she said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of course you're happy now. But you will be happier if you have a boyfriend"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;P A T H E T I C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said - if it happens, it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forgive me if I'm not like you ; dressing up real nice (complete with earrings, necklace &amp;amp; bangles) and go out in search of a guy to called your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One more thing - I just don't understand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; this topic must surface everytime we meet? Don't you have anything better to talk about?&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/6350340287179189155-7140191867601757220?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7140191867601757220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7140191867601757220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7140191867601757220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/11/shut-up.html' title='shut up'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-874030242745764678</id><published>2009-10-20T04:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T04:26:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyonce oh beyonce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aku sangat sedih minggu ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Konsert Beyonce telah di postponed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaarrrggghh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really looking forward to the day, then Junad dropped the bomb on me yesterday :(( sudah la aku dan rakanku dan adik-adik ku membeli tiket berharga RM383 utk menonton nya dari jarak dekat kerana ingin terkena air peluhnya yg boleh dijual di eBay, ini pulak terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku depressed. Ini kali kedua my sistah from anotha motha mempermainkan perasaanku sebegini rupa. Kali pertama pada tahun 2007. PAS menghalang cinta kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lah. Aku tension. Nak p tido, dibuai alam mimpi yg lebih baguih dari menagih kasih sayang dr kakak ku di seberang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&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/6350340287179189155-874030242745764678?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/874030242745764678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/10/beyonce-oh-beyonce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/874030242745764678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/874030242745764678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/10/beyonce-oh-beyonce.html' title='beyonce oh beyonce'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8118154138115178229</id><published>2009-10-14T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:36:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye UIA, hello UM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Monday was graduation day, then yesterday I checked my email &amp;amp; got an email from IPM University Malaya, and I've been accepted into the programme! Yeay! Aimie was also accepted. We start in December for the 2nd semester into the Publishing programme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double the joy, double the celebration! Hehe&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/6350340287179189155-8118154138115178229?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8118154138115178229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-uia-hello-um.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8118154138115178229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8118154138115178229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/10/goodbye-uia-hello-um.html' title='goodbye UIA, hello UM!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4274762945901255906</id><published>2009-10-06T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:14:54.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>convo oh convo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have successfully picked up my graduation robe from my university last Saturday. Today, however, I am going back to the uni to return my mortar board, and get a new one. Hopefully. I came back the other day from picking them up, and found the button of the mortar board on my back seat, while the board itself was lying on the floor mat. Dang. I haven't had the pleasure to even try those things on! I am praying they won't charge me with damaging the board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gotta go change the board today, then heading to Shah Alam to get the sandals I ordered from Thirah. Probably meeting Bah there. Oh, and I don't have my graduation outfit yet. Need to go find something nice to wear on the day. And shoes. Oh crap. Shoes. See, I was supposed to buy Raya shoes cum Convo shoes, but I ended up buying ONLY Raya shoes, so now I need to find a pair of dark brown covered shoes, preferably flats. I don't wanna trip on stage. Oh, and need to find a beige colored tudung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a week to get all of the things done. I'm screwed. This week is going to be a busy week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you again after graduation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-4274762945901255906?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4274762945901255906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/10/convo-oh-convo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4274762945901255906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4274762945901255906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/10/convo-oh-convo.html' title='convo oh convo~'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7294314295155375693</id><published>2009-09-04T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:47:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jantung oh jantung</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Jantung aku dah gugur dah, nervous sangat!&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/6350340287179189155-7294314295155375693?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7294314295155375693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-oh-um.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7294314295155375693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7294314295155375693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-oh-um.html' title='jantung oh jantung'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-328987323681764292</id><published>2009-08-28T05:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T05:58:37.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food oh food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ate too much for sahur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Threw up during azan Subuh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Batal puasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is funny. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sia-sia aku kena ganti puasa extra 1 hari &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;x-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-328987323681764292?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/328987323681764292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-oh-food.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/328987323681764292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/328987323681764292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-oh-food.html' title='food oh food'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7395980065025765087</id><published>2009-08-27T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:05:57.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPS oh IPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I called IPS this morning. The first thing I did this morning - literally. I woke up, switched on my phone, and called them. And no more worries! Yeay! The lady at IPS said "Oh, takpa kalau lupa sign, not a problem". Thank God! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hakuna matata~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7395980065025765087?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7395980065025765087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/ips-oh-ips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7395980065025765087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7395980065025765087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/ips-oh-ips.html' title='IPS oh IPS'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2938738580303412437</id><published>2009-08-27T05:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:35:07.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sahur oh sahur</title><content type='html'>Masalah aku setiap kali sahur.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Disebabkan nak puasa, aku akan minum banyak gila air sebelom masoknya waktu Imsak. Pastu, bila lepas smayang Subuh, of course la aku akan tido balek (I'm not a Saint). Dan waktu tu la tiba waktu yg menyusahkan - aku akan ke tandas setiap 10 minit. Macam haraaaammmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. Aku nak p tido. Babai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2938738580303412437?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2938738580303412437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/sahur-oh-sahur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2938738580303412437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2938738580303412437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/sahur-oh-sahur.html' title='sahur oh sahur'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7861355049312678324</id><published>2009-08-27T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:39:55.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boys oh boys</title><content type='html'>This is one thing that I have observed, and have found to be true. On many occasions.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lelaki selalu cakap yg dorang tanak perempuan yg sexy. Dorang nak yg baik-baik, those who cover up, who are not 'gedik'. Tapi bila korang tengok girlfriends dorang, semua are the exact opposites of what dorang kata dorang nak in a girl. Ada sorang kawan laki aku, told me, yg dia tak suka perempuan yg pakai terdedah sana-sini. Tapi bila aku tengok girlfriend dia, bukan maen sexy. Pakai pergi makan mamak pon pakai macam nak pergi pantai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laki nih, dorang cakap je tanak yg gedik la, ape la. But in the end, they'll eventually fall for those types. Ye la. Kalau perempuan tuh dah tergedik-gedik kat hang, hang tak nak ke? Of course la hang cair, kan? Dorang seronok la dapat tengok perempuan tuh punye body yg cantik. Dan seronok juga bila dapat tayang kat kawan-kawan depa. Bukan main bangga dapat 'score' awek cun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6350340287179189155-7861355049312678324?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7861355049312678324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-oh-boys.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7861355049312678324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7861355049312678324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/boys-oh-boys.html' title='boys oh boys'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3783695064568405717</id><published>2009-08-27T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T01:07:03.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dah sihat</title><content type='html'>Dah sihat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Otak aku dah berkarat. Sumpah. Aku dah takda idea nak tulis apa kat blog ni. Nak tulis dalam bahasa London pon aku kene berfikir. Macam sial. Gile ah. Kalau dibiarkan sampai bebile, bleh jadi bodoh aku nih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, semalam aku baru teringat. Aku lupa sign cover letter application aku ke University Malaya hari tuh! Haram! Aku hantar hard copies to the department by hand, akak tuh takda komplen pape pon bile dia check documents aku. dia belek2, then dia kata "OK". Aku pon blah la. Takde plak cakap aku lupa sign ke ape. So skarang aku tgh cuak. Aku takot UM teros reject application aku sebab aku tak sign. Aduh. Esok pagi aku nak call IPS, tanya apecer application aku. Takot seyh. Risau gila. Mintak-mintak lah takpa kalau tak sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sila doakan gua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3783695064568405717?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3783695064568405717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/dah-sihat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3783695064568405717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3783695064568405717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/dah-sihat.html' title='dah sihat'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-206652985520266498</id><published>2009-08-23T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:10:10.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of ramadhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First day of Ramadan, and I am sick. I'm down with a flu, cough, sore throat &amp;amp; fever. Great way to start off this Holy month. It's bad enough that I'm sick, but I can't take any meds during the day since I'm fasting. Urgh. My throat hurts like crazy, it feels dry all the freaking time, and I can't drink any water since I'm fasting. Can't take meds, also. This is crazy.&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/6350340287179189155-206652985520266498?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/206652985520266498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-ramadhan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/206652985520266498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/206652985520266498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-day-of-ramadhan.html' title='1st day of ramadhan'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7652924480946304862</id><published>2009-08-20T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:12:00.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hands to yourself, heart on your sleeve</title><content type='html'>I have a problem. The thing is that, if I like someone, I tend to avoid him. I'd try to avoid his gaze, his eyes.  I don't make eye contact with him. I don't talk to him. So if I don't talk to you as much as I talk to those around you, that means I like YOU. Weird, though, coz usually if a person likes someone, he or she would try to attract his/her attention as much as possible. But not me. Which is a major problem, coz that person won't even know that I like him. He would just think that I'm sombong or whatever. Really. It's happened before. I tend to be really shy around that particular person. Too shy, sometimes. Which is bad. Really bad. I would expect the guy to initiate the conversation first, not me. I want him to start talking to me first, then I'll start talking to him. Because sometimes, I just don't know what topic interests you. You talk to me, I'll talk to you. I want him to wear his heart on his sleeve, because I don't know how to. I must learn to one day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7652924480946304862?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7652924480946304862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/hands-to-yourself-heart-on-your-sleeve.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7652924480946304862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7652924480946304862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/hands-to-yourself-heart-on-your-sleeve.html' title='hands to yourself, heart on your sleeve'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3558734315804727753</id><published>2009-08-18T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T01:35:33.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-holiday &amp; my first job interview!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am back from my weekend getaway to Perhentian last night. Had a blast. Although the beach was not as beautiful as people have been saying, the trip was awesome. Perhaps because of the great company - the crazy, lovely bunch of people I went there with. Didn't know any of them until a week ago (except Iylia, whom I've known since 2004), but in the end we all got along. Although I sometimes got lost in translation. Hahaha! They spoke mostly in Arabic with one another, so when that happened, I had no idea what to say, so I kept quiet. Unlike Iylia who's known them for quite some times &amp;amp; is able to understand most of the things they say, I was pretty much in the dark. Hehe. But nevermind, it takes some getting use to, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the morning after I got back, I woke up to a phone call from Kumon, asking me to go for an interview for the position English Specialist at their branch in Damansara Height. I booked my first ever job interview! Yeay! But I am so freaking scared at the same time. Did I mention this will be my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; interview?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Takot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3558734315804727753?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3558734315804727753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-holiday-my-first-job-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3558734315804727753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3558734315804727753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/post-holiday-my-first-job-interview.html' title='post-holiday &amp; my first job interview!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6739119470506385165</id><published>2009-08-14T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:26:09.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worldstage or Perhentian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, Adik and Jia got their MTV Worldstage tickets. I was pretty upset when I saw them. Upset that they didn't wait for me to buy the tickets, and upset because I couldn't get them. I tried registering for the Xpax thingy, and nothing happened. So I got even more upset. I have been a fan of All American Rejects since I was in high school, come on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I decided to go to Perhentian Island with a bunch of friends. But the planning had a lot of problems. A lot of obstacles. We're going InsyaAllah this weekend, the weekend of the Worldstage. But voila, Dad opened the mailbox and found 3 envelopes from MTV, and inside each, are 4 tickets! WTH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I asked my Mom, whether I should go to the concert or the island. My Mom said that it was as if God doesn't even want me to go to the island. One problem after another. And just when I was getting really confused and fed up with the planning of the trip, we got the tickets! Kuinkiden? I think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe Mom's right. What if something is gonna happen if I decide to go ahead with the Perhentian plan? Just what if? Takot jugak. Kalau mak dah cakap..hrm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now I am uber torn! Help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6739119470506385165?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6739119470506385165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/worldstage-or-perhentian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6739119470506385165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6739119470506385165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/worldstage-or-perhentian.html' title='Worldstage or Perhentian?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4955561885956974336</id><published>2009-08-12T14:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:31:32.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jessica biel, my ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I cheated. I haven't been to the gym these 2 weeks! Argh! Had so many errands to run day by day, and in the end, I ended up not going to the gym. I just realized that it takes a lot of motivation to get ready, get in the car, and to drive all the way to Equatorial Hotel just to have a good workout. Huh. Now that our home studio is almost ready, I'm hoping Mom would have aerobic classes there, coz I really wanna join in! Mom has stopped going to the hotel gym a couple of weeks ago, so I kinda felt lazy to go coz I didn't have anybody to go with! And to talk to while working out. Hehe. And now, I;m watching The Biggest Loser on TV, and it's getting really deppressing! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really hard to be Jessica Biel. Haha! ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-4955561885956974336?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4955561885956974336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/jessica-biel-my-ass.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4955561885956974336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4955561885956974336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/jessica-biel-my-ass.html' title='jessica biel, my ass'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1039344897065198947</id><published>2009-08-08T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T02:47:34.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip postponed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I was supposed to make a move for Perhentian yesterday, but the trip was postponed till next weekend. Which is better, though, giving the madness that surrounded the planning of the last one. Haha. At least now we can plan the trip properly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And it gives me a week to shop for more clothes &amp;amp; accessories. Hehe. And a week to plan the trip. Since I have officially given up on MTV World Stage, I figure I might as well head over to Perhentian next weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*tajok post aku makin bosan. dah x tau nak taruk nama ape -.-"&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/6350340287179189155-1039344897065198947?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1039344897065198947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-postponed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1039344897065198947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1039344897065198947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-postponed.html' title='trip postponed'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-9035002487515643118</id><published>2009-08-04T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:48:53.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i seriously ran out of ideas of what to name this post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time flew by so fast. It was already 2nd of August. And so, I have submitted my online application for Master of Publishing Studies @ UM. Tmrw going to UM to hand in the hardcopies of the documents needed. And tmrw also, going to OU with Iylia to shop for things to wear and bring to Perhentian. Yepp! I am going off to the island for the first time in my life. My first island getaway! (Pulau Penang does NOT count). Making our move from KL on Friday, and will be back on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right now, I am really hoping and praying that I'll get accepted into UM. Please pray for me. Thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-9035002487515643118?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/9035002487515643118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-seriously-ran-out-of-ideas-of-what-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/9035002487515643118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/9035002487515643118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-seriously-ran-out-of-ideas-of-what-to.html' title='i seriously ran out of ideas of what to name this post'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6449847454384805925</id><published>2009-08-02T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:03:14.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngeh</title><content type='html'>a "Hi" would've been nice. ini tak. jumpa2 je, teros "Eh dah gemok la". I've never complained about how ugly your face is, have I? Hish. Pergi main jauh-jauh. I'm tryna lose weight here, &amp;amp; I don't need to surround myself with sad, negative people like you who keep bringing people down just bcoz YOU are at the bottom of the pit. so sad~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6449847454384805925?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6449847454384805925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/ngeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6449847454384805925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6449847454384805925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/08/ngeh.html' title='ngeh'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2164789714589001661</id><published>2009-07-29T01:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T02:13:38.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after a meeting with The Q! :))</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I wrote smthing. Been busy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of days ago I went to UIA to see Prof. Quayum. I emailed him a week ago, asking him to be my referee for my future employers, he said yes. But in order for me to get his details, I would have to come see him at his office. So I went. He even offered to write a letter of reference if I ever wished to pursue my MA. How nice of him. So I told him about my situation - that I'm contemplating on whether or not I should continue my MA or I should work first to get some experience. He told me to go ahead with my MA. He even told me, if I were his daughter, he would've told me to do my MA first - that it's always good if you have smthing extra to add to your knowledge or resume. I asked him, MA in Publishing or Mass Comm would be better? And he said Publishing, definitely. And that Mass Comm is overpopulated, and it's always better to do smthing that not many people are doing. True, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His words really influenced my decision. Having someone of his stature giving advice was really stimulating. He even asked if I would one day publish one of his many books, if I decide to go ahead with the MA in Publishing Studies :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I'mma go ahead with the MA. Problem is, I've already sent out 2 job applications online. And now, strangely enough, I wish they would not call me for interviews. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2164789714589001661?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2164789714589001661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-meeting-with-q.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2164789714589001661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2164789714589001661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-meeting-with-q.html' title='after a meeting with The Q! :))'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2479616759026672729</id><published>2009-07-11T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:01:00.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got my Brit! :D</title><content type='html'>I got my car! I got my Brit! Yeay!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My whole family sure knows how to keep a surprise. I was in the dark this whole week while they planned how to surprise me. No wonder Jia &amp;amp; Adik kept insisting to have dinner at Itallianies at the Gardens. And no wonder they pinched Mom when she wanted to have dinner at Pavillion instead - coz Dad already arrived at Mid Valley with my new car. He just picked up the car from the Toyota showroom in Bangsar. No wonder Dad didn't bring his laptop/work bag with him to the Gardens just now - he said he left it at the office coz it's too heavy. Dad would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; leave his work bag behind at the office! His work is his 1st wife. No wonder Dad went to P1 instead of P2 even though I've told him a million times that our car was in P2, because Brit was parked in P1. No wonder when Mom accompany me to the dentist in KL last week, and when the girl at the counter asked me when will I be able to come for the next appointment to put on the braces, Mom said Tuesday, even though Tuesday's a school day, and if I go to the appointment at 2pm on Tuesday, there will be nobody to pick up my sisters from school. Because she knew all along that the car would arrive by then, so I can take the new car with me. Sneaky. How the hell did I miss all that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy.happy.happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love them! I love Dad. I love Mom. I love my siblings. I love them all! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2479616759026672729?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2479616759026672729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-my-brit-d.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2479616759026672729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2479616759026672729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-my-brit-d.html' title='i got my Brit! :D'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3532788271903296176</id><published>2009-07-10T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:19:37.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put 'em on</title><content type='html'>Just took my braces off a week ago. Now wearing a retainer. Putting 'em braces back on come Tuesday. My last dentist sucked ass. There goes my plan to go braces-less come October. This time, it's a real specialist. Guess my life revolves around braces. We can't be separated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3532788271903296176?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3532788271903296176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-em-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3532788271903296176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3532788271903296176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/put-em-on.html' title='put &apos;em on'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3396011851799159505</id><published>2009-07-09T00:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T00:53:45.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a sign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a dream last night. In it, I work for a Kumon-like centre. And just now, I received emails from Jobstreet with ads by Kumon, and apparently there are some posts available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a sign! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3396011851799159505?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3396011851799159505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-sign.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3396011851799159505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3396011851799159505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-sign.html' title='it&apos;s a sign!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2783119168318216687</id><published>2009-07-07T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T01:15:44.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O</title><content type='html'>Aku sedih Michael Jackson mati. Tapi aku lagi sedih kalau Backstreet Boys mati.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2783119168318216687?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2783119168318216687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/oo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2783119168318216687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2783119168318216687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/oo.html' title='o_O'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7453700786070093573</id><published>2009-07-07T00:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:27:11.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate being confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad came home just now, and told me that his editor friend who is working for a local newspaper, has advised me to work first before deciding to pursue my MA. Coming from an established editor itself, really got me contemplating on my options. I hate it when this happens! You know, when you've decided what to do with your life, and then suddenly a person comes up and tells you to do otherwise. Now I am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should I work first, I would probably apply for a job after raya, or after convo. So I have all the time in the world to think. But, the registration for the MA program in UM opens this August 2nd. Hrm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7453700786070093573?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7453700786070093573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-being-confused.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7453700786070093573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7453700786070093573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-being-confused.html' title='i hate being confused'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7660714125782101891</id><published>2009-07-05T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:23:00.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subway melts my heart</title><content type='html'>I'm a bad neighbor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday's afternoon, I was gonna head for a lunch at Subway, I opened the front door, and there were tons and tons of cars parked in front of my house. A car even parked right behind my car, so I had to wait till Zikri came and move the car (it was his friend's). I looked to my left, and at the far end, the house at the corner was having a kenduri. Her son's wedding. I watched a lot of people pass me by, walking towards the venue, started the car engine, and headed for Subway with my sisters. I couldn't help it! My stomach was craving for Subway, not nasi minyak! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7660714125782101891?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7660714125782101891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/subway-melts-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7660714125782101891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7660714125782101891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/subway-melts-my-heart.html' title='subway melts my heart'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7799379425304082691</id><published>2009-07-05T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:14:18.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saya rindu Limp Bizkit</title><content type='html'>watched Limp Bizkit's live show on MTV just now, and it made me feel so &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;old!&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss those times when LB used to rule the airwaves. And now, every time my kid sisters talk about their favorite bands like The Academy Is &amp;amp; Cobra Starship, I feel, well, old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I liked music during my time, when I was growing up. Nowadays, music is just noise. Cobra Starship, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, and some other bands who wear tight pants and tight hoodies and do NOT get me started on their hairdos! Whatever happened to normal items of clothing and normal hairdos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss those times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaanyway, yesterday was Sunday, right? Dad actually wanted to go to Mid Valley, but he cancelled, so me &amp;amp; my sisters went to Mines instead to have lunch at Subway, and went for a movie at Alamanda. Adik told me;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kakak tau, sbenanye, tadi abah nak g Mid Valley sbb nak amek krete kakak. Abah nak surprise kakak, tp rupanya stok x sampai lagi. Kereta kakak sampai lambat siket".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Waaaaa!!! So he wanted to surprise me~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehehe. Now I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; can't wait for my Brit! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7799379425304082691?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7799379425304082691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/saya-rindu-limp-bizkit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7799379425304082691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7799379425304082691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/saya-rindu-limp-bizkit.html' title='saya rindu Limp Bizkit'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1914472209026959505</id><published>2009-07-01T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T08:39:37.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 10 Most Confusing Things in 'Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read this on Yahoo, and decided to share with you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; In "&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808716430/info" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;Transformers&lt;/a&gt;," there was this giant battle in the middle of downtown Los Angeles -- excuse me, Mission City -- that was witnessed by thousands of people at the very least. But somehow the government was able to cover up the whole thing, and now the existence of alien robots is just an internet rumor? How did they do it? Pay off everyone who was there and quickly fix millions of dollars in damage? Also, didn't Keller (&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800018586" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;Jon Voight&lt;/a&gt;) go on TV and tell everyone we were being attacked by "a technological civilization far superior to our own"? How did they spin that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; There are two pieces of the Allspark cube left: the military has one under lock and key, and Sam discovers another. The Decepticons steal one and bring Megatron back to life. But when Sam (&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1804503925" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;Shia LaBeouf&lt;/a&gt;) wants to bring back Optimus, he has to find the Matrix of Leadership on the other side of the globe. Why not use the other piece? Mikaela (&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1808488000" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/a&gt;) has it in her backpack the whole time. It brought his kitchen appliances to life, why can't it do the same for Optimus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Speaking of Megatron's rebirth, when the Decepticons venture deep into the ocean to revive him, the Navy crew tracking them reads five contacts. When they get down there, they tear apart one of the robots for parts to rebuild Megatron. Then as they rise to the surface, the same Navy guys say they spot six contacts. The little "Doctor" robot popped out down there, but he's about a third of the size of a person. Would he have shown up on sonar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; That reminds me: even if I were to forgive the Doctor's German accent -- and director&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800020334" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;Michael Bay&lt;/a&gt; is asking me to forgive a lot of ridiculous accents -- why would a robot need glasses? He has little lenses that flip in front of his mechanical eyes. Couldn't he just get his eyes adjusted? You'd think with all the laser guns, someone could perform a Lasik procedure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Apparently, Transformers can look like people now. How? And how is it that even though the robo-girl (&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1810088917" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;Isabel Lucas&lt;/a&gt;) is made of metal, she can still straddle Sam without crushing him. And if Bumblebee knows something's wrong with her, why does he spit antifreeze at her instead of telling Sam? Yes, his voicebox is broken, but wasn't it fixed at the end of the last movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; The Fallen is the last of the Primes, since they all sacrificed themselves to stop him from destroying the sun. But then he says that Optimus is a descendant of the Primes. First, Transformers have kids? And second, how could he descend from them if they were all dead? And if the Fallen could only be destroyed by a Prime, why didn't the originals just gang up on him back in the day? And what makes Optimus so special, anyway? Megatron beat him earlier, but all it takes is a few spare parts from creaky old Jetfire for him to take out the Fallen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; Sam, Mikaela, and Simmons (&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/contributor/1800021684" style="line-height: 1.22em; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(1, 234, 255); "&gt;John Turturro&lt;/a&gt;) go to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum in Washington D.C. to find Jetfire. Then they walk out the back onto a wide open field with old planes and mountains in the distance. When did the National Mall start to look so much like to Tucson, AZ (where they really filmed that scene)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; The geography is just as bad when they go to Egypt. The stone city of Petra in Jordan is over 250 miles away, over mountainous terrain, with few paved roads and the Israeli border between them, so how can they drive from one to the other in a couple of hours. And the Pyramids are said to be shooting distance from the Mediterranean, but they are actually well over 80 miles inland. Even if the Navy ship had a secret rail gun, and even if the captain would take an order to fire from a former agent of a government branch that no longer exists (over a walkie-talkie that inexplicably starts working again), how could it hit a moving target from that distance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; Sam briefly dies and goes to Robot Heaven. Robot Heaven?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(226, 226, 226); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 1.22em; "&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; Where does Sam's bandage come from? What about his extra sock? Why does Sam's roommate not contribute anything at all? What was the Fallen doing for those thousands of years Megatron was frozen in ice? How does one satellite receive transmissions from everywhere on the planet? Why does Wheelie hump Mikaela's leg? Why do we have to see John Turturro's thong? Why are robots who join together to become Devastator also seen fighting the Army at the same time? Why does the government want only our military fighting Decepticons when our weapons seem unable to make so much as a dent on any of them? Why did the ancient Egyptians build a pyramid around the sun-destroying machines instead of just breaking it? Why is the Matrix of Leadership bigger in the Fallen's hand than in Sam's? And how do Mikaela's pants stay so clean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(226, 226, 226); line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;by Matt McDaniel (june 30 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Oh, and this is just something from my own observation; did you guys notice that The Cube in Transformers 1 was bigger in Bumblebee's hands than in Sam's?&lt;/span&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/6350340287179189155-1914472209026959505?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1914472209026959505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-most-confusing-things-in_01.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1914472209026959505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1914472209026959505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/10-most-confusing-things-in_01.html' title='The 10 Most Confusing Things in &apos;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&apos;'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4884175571407865475</id><published>2009-07-01T01:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:47:34.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 1.15am, and I am so bored. Nothing good on TV. Nothing good on the internet. Nothing good anywhere! And so, here I am typing away. Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not gonna write on a specific topic, rather I am going to write whatever random things that are going thru my mind right now. So here it goes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) My English is deteriorating. This is serious. Ever since I graduated, I haven't been writing anything. I wanted to enjoy the free times I was gonna have to the fullest. But now, I'm worried. If I were to write something in English (say, this post) I'd have to think first. It didn't use to be like this. When I was a student, I used to be able to write (or type) at rapid speed with minimal language errors and without having to check back if my syntax was in place. I mean, I speak OK, but I write horrible! Which is why I'm gonna have to start writing on this blog in English again. My brain is practically rusting. Slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) I was thinking, what if all these while I have been searching for love in the wrong places? Or in the wrong people? I mean, what if what I'm looking for is right in front of me? Have been under my nose all these times, and it was me who was being too ignorant and picky? Maybe I should stop being picky. Maybe I should start looking for love in the right places. Maybe, considering that I want a good guy, I should stop looking for love in bad places. Just maybe, that 'someone' will be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Where's Wanie? Where's Nazlin? They're not online, and I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) My stomach is screaming for food. But I've brushed my teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I actually like Secondhand Serenade. I think his songs are beautiful (tho his voice may not be so).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) I am lying flat on my back on my bed, with my laptop on my stomach. And I'm feeling the hot hot heat of the battery on my thighs. Can it help burn fat? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it. I'll update this with some other random stuffs. Later.&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/6350340287179189155-4884175571407865475?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4884175571407865475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4884175571407865475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4884175571407865475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/07/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8714498440383724006</id><published>2009-06-27T22:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:52:36.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urbanscapes VS postgradasia</title><content type='html'>Urbanscapes was today. But I skipped it, and went to Postgradasia Fair at KLCC instead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year's Urbanscapes didn't get much publicity, but this year's...pheeww. It was all over Facebook, Myspace, you name it. And so, I knew that everybody who's anybody would go to this year's event. School kids, college kids, etc. Betol pon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tadi adik-adik aku pergi, dia kata ramai gila budak-budak bajet Indie &amp;amp; hippies (ala-ala kanak-kanak yg bersepah depan Pavillion tuh). Thank God I didn't go. Kalau aku pergi, mesti aku mengamuk tengah-tengah parking lot tuh. Nyampah tengok dorang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am I old? Because I don't seem to like going to events like these anymore. I don't think going to clubs is fun anymore. It's good, but, am I old? I feel old. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh yeah. Went to Postgradasia today, and I went specifically to find out more about University Malaya. So me &amp;amp; Mom headed straight to the UM booth, and talked with the lady there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I got home, I had a revelation. There's been a slight change of plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not going to pursue my MA this December. Instead, I'm going to work. I'mma find a job in publishing, and see if I like it. If I do, I'd go ahead with the MA in Publishing Studies. If I don't, I might consider MA in MassComm at UiTM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I'mma remind you - this is just a PLAN. We'll see if anything happens en route ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Either way, I am NOT pursing an MA in Literature. I have had enough! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8714498440383724006?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8714498440383724006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/urbanscapes-vs-postgradasia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8714498440383724006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8714498440383724006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/urbanscapes-vs-postgradasia.html' title='urbanscapes VS postgradasia'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7262580720861031248</id><published>2009-06-26T12:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:43:21.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ : RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I woke up at 8.30am, because today is 'gym' day. So I went about my normal routine - mengeliat, and then I made my bed. I went over to my radio and turn it on, and they were playing old Michael Jackson's songs. That was weird, I thought. I was about to take a shower when I heard one of the DJs said MJ's dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the shock! The horror!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I couldnt believe my ears at first. My mouth formed a huge 'O'. Then I listened to the radio some more, and that did it. MJ's dead! I was speechless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I went to the gym with Ma, and she asked "Why are you so quiet today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow. Didnt know MJ's death really affects me. I grew up listening to half of his music (since I wasnt born yet to listen to the first half)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The news really ruined my day la. I don't know what to think. I feel like I have just lost a family member. Pelik kan? Haha. It's just that, he's too young to die! He is to talented. His songs have been amazing. His live performance is fantastic. There is so much more for him to deliver to us, and he had to go? Tragic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he was just about to make a comeback tour this July. Why did he have to leave us? Why?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope he died a Muslim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will not be another Michael Jackson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Hg-IRZk4D0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Hg-IRZk4D0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-7262580720861031248?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7262580720861031248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7262580720861031248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7262580720861031248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/mj-rip.html' title='MJ : RIP'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-272479986350615736</id><published>2009-06-24T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:23:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dude, where's my Brit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello. It's 12.37am now, and I am still awake. Wide awake, lying flat on my chest on my bed facing the screen. I know that I should be sleeping at this hour since I am going to the gym in the morning, but Facebook's got the best of me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is bad. I really need to adjust my sleeping habit. I'm not working nor am I studying, so currently my sleeping habit has gone haywire. I sleep at 4-5am, and wake up around 11am. If I have to head for the gym I'd wake up around 8am, and I'd run on the treadmill with my eyes half-closed. And now that Adik lost her Ipod, there'd be no music on the treadmill! What a bore. I'd have to run while listening to the sound of Mom's aerobic music pumping on the speakers. Ngeh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's so hard to lose weight! The last time, it took me 3 months to achieve my ideal weight. I wonder how long is it this time. It's so much easier to gain weight :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's June now, and I only have till October to look like The Biel. No more teh ais! No more Pepsi or Coke! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When's my new car gonna arrive, anyway? Can't wait for my Brit! I hate sharing cars with my brothers. When I was still in Uni, the car was pratically mine. Everytime Abang Zaki or Zikri wanted to use the car, I would complain to Dad how I needed the car to go to class, etc. I always won. Muahaha! But now, since I ain't got anywhere to go (not working, not studying), the car technically belongs to Zikri, studying in Taylor's. Urgh. I have to seek permission from Dad &amp;amp; Zikri and ask if he would be using the car at the time that I want to use the car. So now, I am only able to go out &amp;amp; make plans with my friends at night time, as during the day, Zikri has full ownership of the car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I can't wait for my Brit to arrive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 12.48am. I gotta go to bed. Babai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Before signing off, I'd like to end this post with a favorite song of mine. It's the most beautiful song ever made in the history of mankind. Cewah, over gila. Haha! But it's true, though :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8SPeR60lRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8SPeR60lRI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/6350340287179189155-272479986350615736?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/272479986350615736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/dude-wheres-my-car.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/272479986350615736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/272479986350615736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/dude-wheres-my-car.html' title='dude, where&apos;s my Brit?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8367170542015250146</id><published>2009-06-22T02:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:42:18.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holier-than-thou</title><content type='html'>Trough out the 4 years I have spent in UIA, not once did I think that all those IRK subjects that we had to minor in would be of any use. I was wrong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, me, mom, and my sisters went to a family friend's house in Damansara Perdana whom we haven't seen in 3 years. Aunty Mira's husband was out of town, and so was my dad, so both mothers decided to meet up at her house. Masa tgh lepak-lepak sambil makan-makan, Aunty Mira cakap, ada sorang pompuan nak datang umah utk introduce ada sorang uztaz nih. So we was like, ok, ya know. And so he came, bringing along his Indonesian wife and their 1 and a half year old son. The minute they came, I didn't like them. The women didn't even bother to salam us, and didn't even look at us. Only the wife's sister was quite friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So all of us - including Aunty Mira's 3 sons - gathered around the dining table, and dengar uztaz tu bagi tazkirah. At first ok lah, tapi lelame die macam berlagak pulak. Then his wife gave the uztaz a kitab, containing a collection of hadith i.e. Abu Dawood, Bukhari, Muslim. Since baru last sem aku blaja Sciences of Hadith, aku masih ingat la siket-siket. Bila uztaz tuh tanya, other than Bukhari &amp;amp; Muslim, apa lagi yg ada, aku tanya la dia, Sunan Abu Dawood included ke? Waaaaaa dengan bangganya aku, dia kate aku "is very smart". Wahahahahaha!! Aku diam je. Dia tanye aku, aku blaja ape kat Uni, aku cakaplah aku blaja Sciences of Hadith, Sciences of Quran, etc. kat UIA. Then the lady yg introduce the uztaz tuh cakap "Oh, UIA ke. Patotlah". Ececececece masa tuh aku dah kembang kucup dah. Then dia ada cakap apa lagi ntah bagi tazkirah, and he said something in Arabic, and of course la aku tahu siket-siket, seperti the Arabic word for 'hati'. Hehe. Dia pon tanya la, apa yg die baru cakap, so aku translate la balek. Perggh die puji lagi! Hahaha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bila dah habes tazkirah, his wife came to us, and sembang-sembang ngan me, mom, Aunty Mira, and her son, Alif. Tetibe sahaje, she began telling us how her teacher was also the teacher to "anak Sultan this and that, kerabat this and that, etc.". Gila poyo. Pastu die crite lak, uztaz tuh dulu was engaged to a girl from Penang, and that girl tak boleh mengaji, so he broke things off with her, and married the wife. Riak, beb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang aku takleh blah nye, the lady yg introduced the uztaz to us, just found God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;According to Aunty Mira, pompuan tu jiran bawah condo dia, and she used to dress sexy gila &amp;amp; was very wild. Tak sampai sebulan she found God, dia sebok nak suroh Aunty Mira ni blaja agama. Pahal. Dah la sombong. Me no like her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And uztaz tu pelik. Ajaran die cam mazhab lain. Cara dia sembahyang pon pelik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, what I'm trying to say is, ada guna jugak kita blajar subjek IRK kat UIA. Baru aku sedar. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8367170542015250146?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8367170542015250146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8367170542015250146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8367170542015250146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-as.html' title='holier-than-thou'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-9178905821853315495</id><published>2009-06-19T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:48:03.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to find a part-time job, fast. Bosan weyh! Aku ingat nak dudok umah sampai konvo, and lepas tu baru nak kelam kabut cari kerja, sambil buat master. Tapi aku dah bosan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss having responsibilities. Having something to do, and having someone telling you what to do and that you have to do it by *insert time*. Since I'm home, Mom assigned me to an unpaid job - picking up my sisters from school, and sending them to tuition. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Bosan weyh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku semangat nak cari kerja sbenanye sbb kawan-kawan aku semua dah kerja weyh! Walaupon dorang dah puas menganggor selama 5 bulan, dan aku baru menganggur sebulan, aku still rasa pelik sbb tak kerja. Ngeh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So aku skrang tgh siapkan resume. Leceh doh. Dah la aku tgh confused nak buat &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Masters in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Publishing Studies kat UM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Masters in MassComm kat UiTM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;***This week, on CSI Miami, the theme colors are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-9178905821853315495?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/9178905821853315495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/ngeh.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/9178905821853315495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/9178905821853315495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/ngeh.html' title='job needed'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1647822893620930313</id><published>2009-06-10T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:51:33.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>csi miami merepek</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am watching CSI Miami, and I just thought about posting something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah lama aku tengok CSI, sejak dari mula-mula kewujudannya. Aku suka gila CSI Las Vegas &amp;amp; CSI New York. Tapi aku tak paham la dengan CSI Miami, sebab;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Mereka ada theme color. Kalau sorang pakai warna pink, semua pakai pink. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tak logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Kes semua selesai dalam masa satu hari. Pagi jadi, petang dah dapat orang jahat. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tak logik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Since dorang solve the cases in 1 day, the people brought in for questioning tak pernah tukar baju. Dorang pakai baju sama dari pagi (start program tu) sampai petang (habis program tu).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Semua anggota CSI hot-hot belaka. Rambut bukan main mengurai. Tak interfere with evidence ke? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tak logik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Horatio Caine boleh muncul dan hilang secepat mungkin. Takda asap, or anything. Hebat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1647822893620930313?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1647822893620930313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/csi-miami-merepek.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1647822893620930313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1647822893620930313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/csi-miami-merepek.html' title='csi miami merepek'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-755801593574126986</id><published>2009-06-06T01:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:58:52.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trends are not friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went out with my cousins the other day, and when we were in Pavillion, I was admiring a pair of this designer shoes in the window, and one them actually told me that the shoes are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"not 'trendy' anymore - don't but those. Buy something like blablabla"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The thing is, I don't follow trends! I don't freaking care what's in and what's not! I wear what I want and what I like, and if it's not trendy, then so be it. Why would you wanna wear something that is 'in-trend' and be the same as everyone else? If the so-called trend is fugly and does not suit you, would you wear it anyway? That's just &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. I buy what I want, not because it's 'in-style' or it's the latest fad, I buy them because &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LIKE IT&lt;/span&gt;. If it suits me and it's comfortable, I'll buy it on the dot. Don't freaking tell me what to wear. I know myself well enough to know what's best. I don't wear high-waisted jeans (even though I think they're gorgeous) because they don't look good on me. I have a big ass and I don't have Salma Hayek's waist, so I know I'd totally look like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nangka busuk&lt;/span&gt; in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Following trend is cool, but don't do it because it's in or it's what everybody is wearing, do it because you actually like the particular trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Why do you want to fit in when you can be an individual and stand out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-755801593574126986?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/755801593574126986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/trends-are-not-friends.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/755801593574126986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/755801593574126986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/trends-are-not-friends.html' title='trends are not friends'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3629470897337210011</id><published>2009-06-03T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T23:39:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rome wasn't built in a day...neither is a studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Renovation has started, and for the past few days, I awoke in the morning to the sound of drilings &amp;amp; demolishings. It's so freaking annoying! And to make matters worse, the Indonesian workers camp outside my window, and I could hear them talking and laughing in the morning. Ngeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The good side is Dad is building a music studio cum gym next to the TV room!  Hehe. Can't wait for it to be ready. I can work out at the gym while watching the TV. I can go to the gym whenever I want to. I can wear whatever I want to the gym. Hell, I can even run on the treadmill naked! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaanyway, I just got back from the airport. I was waiting for Mom for almost 2 hours, when Dad called to inform me that the flight had some technical problems &amp;amp; had to land in Kota Kinabalu. Walaweyh! Penat gila ok! Dah la tak cukop tidor sbb renovation tuh buat bising, skali drive jauh², silap time, kena patah balek. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat nak lepak airport je tunggu jam 8 malam (waktu sebenar Mak tiba), tapi aku takda duit, dan aku x bawak laptop. Kalau x, boleh la aku buang masa online kat sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah, aku nak rehat. Pastu nak tengok CSI Las Vegas malam karang. Jangan ganggu aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3629470897337210011?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3629470897337210011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/rome-wasnt-built-in-dayneither-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3629470897337210011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3629470897337210011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/rome-wasnt-built-in-dayneither-is.html' title='rome wasn&apos;t built in a day...neither is a studio'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4989303904052656538</id><published>2009-06-03T00:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T02:04:11.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my boyfriend's gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adam Lambert is a confirmed gay. Muahahaha~ His boy toy? A dude named &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Drake-Labry/23422859"&gt;Drake LaBry. &lt;/a&gt;I already knew he was gay, but these photos are proofs. I mean, if you're not gay, you would state flat out to the media that you're not. If you keep playing around with the rumor, then the chances of the rumor being true are 99.9%. So Adam's gay. Boohoo. I still love him! He is still one fine piece of ass. And that talent? Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SiVhuQMMriI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ptq3GmKE90s/s1600-h/GW433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SiVhuQMMriI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ptq3GmKE90s/s400/GW433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342783980192968226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SiVhuKygBJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pf9pdOU1X2Y/s1600-h/AL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SiVhuKygBJI/AAAAAAAAAJw/pf9pdOU1X2Y/s400/AL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342783978743006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. And I'm picking Mom up from the airport tomorrow. She'll land from Brunei. I missed her loads. Yeay! :D Cant wait to see her reaction when I show her these photos tomorrow. Hehe. Mom is a huge Adam fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-4989303904052656538?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4989303904052656538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/03-06-09.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4989303904052656538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4989303904052656538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/03-06-09.html' title='my boyfriend&apos;s gay'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SiVhuQMMriI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Ptq3GmKE90s/s72-c/GW433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1371781103512356983</id><published>2009-06-02T03:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:32:24.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keys to the vip</title><content type='html'>I currently enjoy watching Keys to the V.I.P. on channel [V]. Haha! I know, I know, lame. I used to hate that program. Used to think it's a bunch of bull. But I watched it a couple of weeks ago (sejak aku habis belajar ni), and fell in love with Chris Greidanus, one of the so-called playa on the show :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SialdG9YWZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uRzgXGj7_2E/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SialdG9YWZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uRzgXGj7_2E/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343139927424522642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so cute! And amongst the 4 of them, he is the most, well, normal. Tak poyo la. Other than him being the reason I watch the show, I actually kinda enjoy watching two players compete with each other in picking up girls at parties. Hehe. It can get real funny at times - and embarrassing, hence fun to watch :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S: I miss Mom!! Come back from Brunei, fast! Ngeee~ :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1371781103512356983?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1371781103512356983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/keys-to-vip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1371781103512356983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1371781103512356983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/06/keys-to-vip.html' title='keys to the vip'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SialdG9YWZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/uRzgXGj7_2E/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1306756474606616815</id><published>2009-05-29T03:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:18:38.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ratatat rocked the night away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got back from watching &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ratatatmusic"&gt;Ratatat&lt;/a&gt; live at Zouk, KL. And I'm telling ya, it was da bomb! Went with Adli &amp;amp; his friend, Khaleeq, and I must admit, I was pretty ashamed that when &lt;a href="http://www.adlisyahril/"&gt;Adli&lt;/a&gt; asked me which one of Ratatat's albums do I like best, I told him didn't know any. Haha! It was my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C%22http://www.syazadabomb.blogspot.com%22"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt; who first introduced me to the duo. Had it as my ringtone once, and I only listen to them, well, like that. I don't separate them according to albums. But definitely will do now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the show was awesome. And those Ratatat guys are geniuses. They played Lex, which is one of my favorites. Then they went off stage without playing Seventeen Years, and everybody was demanding for an encore from them. I guess by the time they wanted to do an encore, the Zouk authority was already cleaning the room and the lights were turned on, and the microphones were off. Maybe they were running out of time, I don't know. The band then asked the fans to head for Barsonic, where the after party was, and where they would be playing a set. But we went to NZ instead. Lapar weyh! Dapat jugak teh o ais aku. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just realized how cute &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/evaxmusic"&gt;Evan&lt;/a&gt; is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sh7qerhal9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TtlJVoK-Zp8/s1600-h/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sh7qerhal9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TtlJVoK-Zp8/s320/38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964020907841490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mike, on the other hand, looked like Jesus on drugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sh7q9p4ohkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UuZZnHZ8sOg/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sh7q9p4ohkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/UuZZnHZ8sOg/s320/9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340964553044297282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, I had so much fun. The show was awesome, the band was awesome-r, and the crowd was ok. The teh o ais was, above all, the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; line-height: 19px; font-family:'-webkit-sans-serif';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;à tout à l'heure~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6350340287179189155-1306756474606616815?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1306756474606616815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/ratatat-rocked-night-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1306756474606616815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1306756474606616815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/ratatat-rocked-night-away.html' title='ratatat rocked the night away'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sh7qerhal9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TtlJVoK-Zp8/s72-c/38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2927733717534523564</id><published>2009-05-28T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:09:41.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rematch for adam &amp; kris</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/realityrocks/231237/kris-vs-adam-vote-in-the-idol-rematch/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, and thought, yeah, why not? It'd be a cool show! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would be a cool show, you ask? A rematch between Adam Lambert &amp;amp; Kris Allen! Since there a lot of rumors on how Kris won, this will be the 'real' finale to shut people up - including me. Hehe. I have to admit, I have been a fan of Adam Lambert's ever since he belted out Cher's song "Believe" during Hollywood week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-iUDihqm3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-iUDihqm3M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rematch! Rematch! Rematch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and you can listen to Adam's pre-Idol demo &lt;a href="http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/realityrocks/228320/will-adam-lambert-go-pop/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Just a glimpse of what genre he might be doing in the future.&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/6350340287179189155-2927733717534523564?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2927733717534523564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stumbled-upon-this-blog-and-thought.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2927733717534523564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2927733717534523564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-stumbled-upon-this-blog-and-thought.html' title='rematch for adam &amp; kris'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6376090170376852181</id><published>2009-05-28T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:15:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody red tape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went to UIA to do my clearance. So me,Bah &amp;amp; Nad made a move around 9am were there by around 10am. Went to the finance, and the system was down! What do ya know! Here's what she said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "Akak, tak boleh buat clearance ke" (since I overheard her talking to the girl earlier in line)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akak: "System kami down,dik. Adik ada statement tak? Financial statement"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "Oh, dah mintak last semester after my final exam. Should be ready by now. So If I ada statement, I should be able to buat clearance la?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akak: "Kalau ada tuh, boleh".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the counter (in the same office, just 2 seconds away), and asked for my statement;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Akak 2: "Bila adik mintak?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: "Last sem. Lepas exam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 10 minutes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akak 2: "Err..system kami down la,dik. Yang kami ada is your payment 2 sems ago. Your final payment tak masok lagi".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok la. Takpa lagi. Aku dah marah, tapi takpa. So I went to other departments first - went to the library, then the legal unit, and security. When I got to security, same thing happened - the system was down. I was pretty pissed, but it was still ok, so I went ahead to my college, and when I got there, the lady said the system was back on. I was happy, and rushed back to security, and when I got there, dorang kata kena p finance dulu sbb security last - they're going to cancel my student card. Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I ran to finance. Boohoo. The door was closed, and locked. There were people inside, but they didnt allow anybody else to go in. I checked the notice on the door to see their operational hours. Bloody hell. I was there right on the dot - the office closes at 12.30pm, and there I was, standing in front of the door at exactly 12.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oleh sebab Nadira had to back by 4pm, so I decided to go have lunch at Carls Jr. and do it some other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Macam sial. And at the end of the day, I was really tired, and slept really early - at 10pm! I was planning to watch CSI Las Vegas, but couldnt hold my eyes anymore. And so they closed for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6376090170376852181?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6376090170376852181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloody-red-tape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6376090170376852181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6376090170376852181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/bloody-red-tape.html' title='bloody red tape'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3492909317385558281</id><published>2009-05-27T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:10:22.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Around a week ago, on Astro, Friday The 13th VIII was on, so I stayed up late to watch it. It was freaking stupid,I'm telling you. But the movie reminded me of Freddy Krueger, and Freddy Krueger reminded me of the movie Nightmare on Elm Street. Then I remembered that I copied 6 series of the movie from Wanie a couple of months back! So a few nights ago, I started a marathon of Nightmare on Elm Street. The first night I watch the first series of the saga. Second night, second episode. And one episode every other night. I watched the 3rd and 4th episodes with my sisters. There are six series altogether. Four down, two to go! But I have to put the last two episodes on hold for a while. Been busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And tomorrow morning I am going to UIA settle some stuffs. I gotta do my clearance, and apply for my full transcript. I'm dragging along Najibah and Nadira along. Hehe. I just want to get it over with, get my referees for my resume, and I want to start looking for a job. I'm bored. *yawn*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3492909317385558281?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3492909317385558281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/around-week-ago-on-astro-friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3492909317385558281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3492909317385558281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/around-week-ago-on-astro-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8910270295214501634</id><published>2009-05-26T19:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:03:30.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do you make your blog private?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just about to delete this previous post (which I have deleted by the time you're reading this), when I got this comment from this anonymous person who could only be identified as Kem. I got quite annoyed and pissed reading the comment. It was rather rude. Perhaps this 'Kem' works with UIA, I don't know. But the word "pandai-pandailah" really got to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so I really wanna know, how do you make your blog private? Because I wrote the post ONLY for my friends to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strangers annoy me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8910270295214501634?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8910270295214501634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-make-your-blog-private.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8910270295214501634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8910270295214501634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-do-you-make-your-blog-private.html' title='how do you make your blog private?'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1562685609371690365</id><published>2009-05-25T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:38:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the condemned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was watching a movie on Star Movies (channel 413 on Astro) called The Condemned. It's about a bunch of death-row prisoners from all over the world who are brought to this isolated island, and they would have to fight each other to death to survive. The winner - technically the one who kills everybody else on the island - gets some $$$ and freedom. I know at least two actors in this movie; Vinnie Jones &amp;amp; Steve Austin. Vinnie plays the winner. It got me thinking, maybe we should do that in the real world. Ya know, dump all the death-row prisoners on an island and let them fight each other to death in order to survive. Or maybe just dump them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1562685609371690365?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1562685609371690365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/condemned.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1562685609371690365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1562685609371690365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/condemned.html' title='the condemned'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-5678024281231394695</id><published>2009-05-25T03:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:35:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gila takde life aku. Two posts in one night. Hah! Inilah kerja orang yang tak berkerjaya. Cis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convo is in October, so between April &amp;amp; well, October, I won't have nothing much to do. Basically I'll just sit around and watch my ass expands. Tapi takpa. Aku bercita² nak jadik Kim Kardashian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shmqql55lDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mDC8LotRweE/s1600-h/kim-kardashian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shmqql55lDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mDC8LotRweE/s320/kim-kardashian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339486481930622002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the booty on that one~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaanyway, maybe I will be doing something after all, and get my ass off that tempting couch. Here's the thing - I told my mom, that by graduation ceremony, I want to look smokin' hot &amp;amp; I want a body like Jessica Biel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmrMQwCLaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4Jti7y2dQ7U/s1600-h/jessica-biel-bikini1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmrMQwCLaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4Jti7y2dQ7U/s320/jessica-biel-bikini1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339487060367650210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pergh. Hot sial. To me, Jessica Biel has the perfect-est body. Not Angelina Jolie (who looks like two oranges on a stick), not Jessica Alba (who is, well, a stick). Jessica Biel's looks so damn healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmrddAb4PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cLTaGlyMkB8/s1600-h/jessica-biel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmrddAb4PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cLTaGlyMkB8/s320/jessica-biel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339487355715444978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what I'm talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I told mom, right? And she said, she will be able to make me look like Beyonce in 2 months, but by October I'll go onstage to get my scroll looking like Jess Biel. Waa!! Thanks, mom! So yeah. Then I decided I want to do more than that. I want to be a fitness trainer, just like her. I want to be a personal trainer - to train people at the gym. I want to look good when I'm 40 or 50. I don't wanna be an old saggy lady. So here's my plan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to train with mom. Mak kata she will ajar me all those anatomy stuffs, and when I'm ready, I can call Irene from FISAF (her friend), &amp;amp; arrange the date to take the written exam. One I passed the exam, I shall be able to go a fitness course of my choice - I can choose whether I am more interested in gym, aqua, or aerobics (yikes). Macam buat Master la ni kira. Pilih aku nak Master in what. Aku nak gym, sbb aku seorang yg pemalu utk ajar aerobics (setiap kali aku join kelas aerobics, mesti aku paling tinggi, dan bila aku dok blakang skali, semua orang akan nampak aku sbb cermin keliling. Babi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah. Bila aku dah habes semua tuh, aku akan jadi a certified fitness trainer! Yeay! Oh, and I'll be doing all those things while I'm taking my master's degree in Publishing Studies kat University Malaya. InsyaAllah. Bukan apa. Aku takot aku jadi bosan dengan a fixed job. So in case I get bored, I can be a part-time personal trainer and charge RM100 per hour. Kalau satu hari aku ada 3 pelanggan Mak Datin, I can make RM300 per day. Per month? You're smart. Do the maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I can make money and at the same time, stay hot. Who doesn't want that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start training with mom at Equatorial Hotel's gym this week probably, if I'm not busy. We'll see. But I swear to you people, on graduation day, I'll have Jessica Biel's body. Mark my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmtOmTNXwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LrKsnRx8OZg/s1600-h/Jessica+Biel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmtOmTNXwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LrKsnRx8OZg/s320/Jessica+Biel+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339489299535322882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Look at those toned arms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-5678024281231394695?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/5678024281231394695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-it.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5678024281231394695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5678024281231394695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-it.html' title='work it!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shmqql55lDI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mDC8LotRweE/s72-c/kim-kardashian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-868046170235019928</id><published>2009-05-25T01:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:36:05.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glambert all the way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shmav9sqmFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p4TXSzAIU7g/s1600-h/AdamLambert5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shmav9sqmFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p4TXSzAIU7g/s320/AdamLambert5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339468982030866514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know a lot of people are saying that Adam Lambert's fans should get over him losing, but the truth of the matter is, we can't! I mean, c'mon! He should've won! Not that boring Kris Allen! Urgh. Even my mom is sooo upset over Adam's lost, she was actually in a bad mood for 3 days, and until now still can't get over it. She was babbling about how Adam had been awesome on the show when my dad told her to shut it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I feel like American Idol is still ongoing. I feel like it has no ending - until the day Lambert is crowned the winner instead of Kris. If Lambert won, I am pretty sure the finale would have been more amazing than what it was. When Kris was announced as the winner, yeah sure he had that "OMG" look on his face, but after a second he looked as if he didn't even want to win. He didn't look excited. He didn't cry - the first ever idol who didn't cry after winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he screwed up "No Boundaries", big time! (Although the song already sucks on its own.Thanks Kara) How could he win, when he totally messed that song up? Did you see how he was trying really hard to reach those high notes? Poor Kris. I could have sworn those vessels on his neck were about to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that Kris won because he knows how to play instruments, while Adam just sang on the show. Who cares?! As far as I know, Carrie Underwood didn't play anything on the show. Neither did Ruben &amp;amp; Kelly &amp;amp; Fantasia. Adam, although didn't play anything, exhibited a great talent in his arrangements. I mean, like what Simon said, I've never heard the song "If I Can't Have You" been sung like that before. That dude is way talented that Kris! I mean, all Kris did was pick up a guitar or keyboard, and play the songs acoustically. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris won because he has that good guy image. He's married, and has done missionary works everywhere. His family looks normal - I mean, just compare Lambert's family with Kris's; Adam's family wore black during the finale. Kris's mother wore red, and his wife wore a yellow dress. Colours. Yeay. A normal, happy family from the suburb. Sunshine &amp;amp; rainbow! I have nothing against such good people, don't get me wrong. But Adam just has the IT! Kris doesn't. Oh, some say Adam didn't win because he's supposedly gay or bi or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmaYR-gtxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pvTTalWeqUo/s1600-h/adamlambertkiss1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmaYR-gtxI/AAAAAAAAAFw/pvTTalWeqUo/s320/adamlambertkiss1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339468575157565202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares??!! I'd do him too if I were a guy! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's just not fair. It's a talent show, and based on the talents I have seen on the show, the rightful American Idol should have been Lambert! The man's got talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know. Even though he didn't win, he will still make records &amp;amp; will be able to sell 'em like hotcakes. Yada yada. But I just want a "closure" for American Idol. Like I said, I feel like the show's not yet over. Where's the ending??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I can't have you, I don't want nobody,baby"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shma-9reyJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c6eajia9hXg/s1600-h/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shma-9reyJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/c6eajia9hXg/s320/adam-lambert-is-hot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339469239723935890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-868046170235019928?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/868046170235019928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/glambert-all-way.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/868046170235019928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/868046170235019928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/glambert-all-way.html' title='Glambert all the way!'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Shmav9sqmFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p4TXSzAIU7g/s72-c/AdamLambert5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-112497845537155812</id><published>2009-05-24T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:38:55.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24th May 2009</title><content type='html'>Ladies &amp;amp; gentlemen, I am now well and back in the game! Muahahaha ;P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fever's gone. Flu's gone. The cough's gone. Yeay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a few days left to... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmiLH2vamI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PuHn1kyH0M0/s1600-h/ratatat-ratatat_4801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmiLH2vamI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PuHn1kyH0M0/s320/ratatat-ratatat_4801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339477145195342434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really torn between watching Terminator Salvation on the premiere day &amp;amp; catching Ratatat live at Zouk. Help! :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I go to Zouk, I'll be going alone, since I can't find any friend of mine who is into the band. My two sisters love Ratatat, but they won't be able to go in, since they are 15. Who wants to go with me? Come come! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-112497845537155812?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/112497845537155812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/24th-may-2009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/112497845537155812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/112497845537155812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/24th-may-2009.html' title='24th May 2009'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/ShmiLH2vamI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PuHn1kyH0M0/s72-c/ratatat-ratatat_4801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3098406623540340783</id><published>2009-05-16T01:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:36:59.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My fever is getting worse. I cough 24/7 non-stop, and hard. So hard that I actually hurt my throat and it pains me to even swallow plain water. My flu has also worsened. I can't stand -  all I do all day long is lie down. Each time I even tried to stand up, my head spanned like a freaking carousel. Normally I don't tell the whole world I'm sick. I find it pathetic that people would write "I'm sick" or "I'm really sick" as their Facebook status when the only 'sickness' they have is a freaking flu or a minor headache. Pfft. Attention seekers. So I wouldnt have written this post (and the one before) if I wasnt THAT sick. The truth is, I am REALLY that sick. I'm just praying to God that I wont get any of those viruses that are 'in-trend' nowadays. What are the symptoms, anyway?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3098406623540340783?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3098406623540340783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3098406623540340783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3098406623540340783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit-part-2.html' title='sakit part 2'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-936972581260647161</id><published>2009-05-12T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:37:08.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sakit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shit. I'm fucking sick. I sprained my neck, and now I can't even move it or turn left or right and look down and up. I feel like Batman - I have to rotate my whole upper body just to look right. Or left. And to make matters worst, I'm beginning to feel feverish. My throat is hurting, even when I swallow my own saliva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't like being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-936972581260647161?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/936972581260647161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/936972581260647161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/936972581260647161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/sakit.html' title='sakit'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1820541907569112184</id><published>2009-05-05T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:37:14.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Aimie &amp; Ain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hye korang. Aku tau korang tgh baca blog aku - especially Aimie. Mesti ko tgh melayari Alalalan kan? Sambil on the phone with Ain dan discuss gossip2 artis yg terbaru. Dah la baca blog aku. Kantoi! Hahaha! Regarding post aku yg 'head over heels' tuh, aku tanak betau sape. Muahaha! Sebab aku tahu aku takkan dapat mamat tuh, jadik buatpe kecoh, betol tak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pon dh join korang nye club ni ha. Gile bosan weyh dok umah. Ain, ape kata ko pindah je KL ni ha? G la dok umah Aimie, teman die. Kalau x die asyik melayari website pelik2 je hahaha! ;P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaaa rindunye korang! Nanti lepak jom! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babai. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBiqqRgH0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vp0p7GqupwE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBiqqRgH0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vp0p7GqupwE/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332370443848392514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBjFOqAqwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CCjDI0HtloI/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBjFOqAqwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/CCjDI0HtloI/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332370900291463938" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBpeI30kTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WT4-LwRen6s/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBpeI30kTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WT4-LwRen6s/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332377925305274674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1820541907569112184?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1820541907569112184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-aimie-ain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1820541907569112184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1820541907569112184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/dear-aimie-ain.html' title='Dear Aimie &amp; Ain'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SgBiqqRgH0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Vp0p7GqupwE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8932638130354029255</id><published>2009-05-02T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:38:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. In the last post, I wrote that I'm planning to treat everyday like a Mardi Gras,right? Well, truth is, I am effin' bored!! I've only been on holiday for 2 weeks, and already I am restless at home. I went out with friends, and with whoever else, but I am still bored. I want something to do. Something I HAVE to do. Like homework. Or assignments. I need RESPONSIBILITIES. And no, driving me sisters to and from school is not a heavy responsibility. I could do that with my eyes closed! (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok,tipu. Camne aku nak drive&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to apply for this lecturer post in Kolej Polytech Mara near home, but each time I asked Dad for my certs (which he keeps), he said "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nantilah&lt;/span&gt;". I don't get it. Doesn't he want me to work? Find a job? Get my own money? I guess he enjoys spoiling me. Muahahaha ;P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8932638130354029255?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8932638130354029255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8932638130354029255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8932638130354029255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/05/2nd-week.html' title='2nd week'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-179149722534610015</id><published>2009-04-21T01:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:38:39.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation is sweet</title><content type='html'>I had my last paper as a degree student of IIUM on the 17th the other day. Jyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have officially left Guantanamo Bay! Well, not exactly. I still have to the clearance once the results are out. I have however paid all my fees, so I dont owe UIA anything.&lt;br /&gt;I havent finished my resume yet, so I cant apply for jobs. I need to get 2 referees for it first. And I need to dig up all my certificates and find good ones that can be used in my resume. But I'm not gonna work just yet. Hehe. I am planning to 'goyang kaki' until graduation, which is in October. That's like, what? 6 freaking months? Muahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna work in editorial. But a lot of job opportunities nowadays are in education. I dont wanna teach. I cant teach. I dont have the patience.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait. Hehehe. But we'll see. Maybe I'll get bored in the course of these 6 months ;P&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'll just treat everyday like it's Mardi Gras =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sey85uz-rpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UKlC8tR_e3Y/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sey85uz-rpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UKlC8tR_e3Y/s400/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326840159277067922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-179149722534610015?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/179149722534610015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-is-sweet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/179149722534610015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/179149722534610015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/04/graduation-is-sweet.html' title='graduation is sweet'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/Sey85uz-rpI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UKlC8tR_e3Y/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3464364195759140317</id><published>2009-04-11T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:52:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am head over fucking heels for him. &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/6350340287179189155-3464364195759140317?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3464364195759140317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/04/urgh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3464364195759140317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3464364195759140317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/04/urgh.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1664030937717399325</id><published>2009-04-10T01:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:38:53.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final sem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's exam season, and I'm sitting here in the comfort of home, watching American Idol. Two more papers to endure, one on the 15th and then on the 17th, and I gotta tell you, I am so excited to be done and over with UIA. I am even running out of jubah to wear, so I take that as a sign that I should be leaving the uni asap. Hehe. However, despite all the joy I am gonna feel and experience after graduating, I am so gonna miss my life as a student. I mean, I am already missing my friends in UIA right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 4 years there, I have never liked any of the other BENL students. Ok lah, it's not like I disliked them, but just..indifferent. Ya dig? My friends and I hung out only with each other, and if we had friends outside our clique, they were just people we met in classes and at the cafe. But after most of them graduated last semester, I started to hang out with 'the others' - thanks to Wanie and Kakakema, my roomates who are close with 'the others'. Most of us were in the same class (World Lit), and Quayum pointed me out as the class rep, so I handled everything regarding the books we had to learn in the syllables. And because of that, all of them now know who I am. Syaza Nadiah, the class rep. And because they know who I am (and because I know who they are), the class became interesting. It was like a large group of friends sitting together in one lecture theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we would hang together at the cafe after class, while waiting for Kakakema to be finished with hers. It was fun. Unfortunately, it was kind of already too late. I mean, we got to know each other a tad late -  approaching the end of the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that..I miss World Lit class! I miss the people in it, and I miss hanging out at HS cafe with 'the others'! =((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1664030937717399325?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1664030937717399325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1664030937717399325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1664030937717399325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-sem.html' title='final sem'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8133480435536555318</id><published>2009-03-29T01:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:38:59.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bola-Bola Naga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lupa pulak. Hari tuh aku tengk Dragonball Evolution kat cinema. Aku excited gila! Ye la. Aku peminat setia komik Dragonball sejak buku nombo 1 kot, jadi aku x sabar2 la nak tgk camne dorng turn the series into a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi hampa cam nak mati, sebab the movie sucked! Big time! Gile merepek dowh. Sebagai peminat DB sejak awal zaman, aku mmg x setuju dgn perubahan yg dorng buat in order to turn it into a movie. Antaranya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Goku is white. Ntah sejak bile ntah. Bukan die alien ke?&lt;br /&gt;2) Goku pergi sekolah. Sekolah "bestari" lak tuh. Hebat sekolah die. Hi-tech gile.&lt;br /&gt;3) Goku naik basikal. Mana awan guling yg cool tuh?&lt;br /&gt;4) Goku dan Cici berkenalan kat sekolah. Goku ngorat Cici. Sejak bile pulak lah Goku pandai ayat pompuan.&lt;br /&gt;5) Cici sexy nak mampuih. Cici patotnye salah satu character yg sopan santun + pemalu.&lt;br /&gt;6) Pikor is British. Baru aku tau.&lt;br /&gt;7) Datuk Kame muda dan bergaya. Tak pakai shell kura-kura.&lt;br /&gt;8) Bulma bijak pandai. Siap ade 2-3 PhDs lagi.&lt;br /&gt;9) Yamu huduh nak mati. Dah la suara mcm Keanu Reeves dlm crite Bill &amp;amp; Ted's Adventure dulu-dulu tuh.&lt;br /&gt;10) Cara seruan dewa naga lawak sungguh. Macam sembah berhala pulak.&lt;br /&gt;11) Goku dah takde ekor. Pastu berubah jadi beruang burok bebenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah antaranya. Ade lagi benda yg aku hairan. Contohnya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nape baju Goku tak terkoyak bile die berubah jadi manusia balek lepas jadik gorila tuh?&lt;br /&gt;2) Kalau korang prasan, the first scene dlm filem tuh, the time Goku tgh practice ngan datok die, time die tgh diri atas tali tuh, korang boleh nmpk harnest kat dada die. Ade benda timbul. Pergh, bodoh gile effects die. Takkan la tak prasan bende sebesar tuh. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesimpulannya, the movie sucks. I really hope they re-cast and do smthing to improve the next Dragonball movie IF they decide to make another one. IF. Considering the fact the first one bombed. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8133480435536555318?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8133480435536555318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/03/bola-bola-naga.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8133480435536555318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8133480435536555318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/03/bola-bola-naga.html' title='Bola-Bola Naga'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4412957318026865151</id><published>2009-01-30T01:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:40:01.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lecturer is a bitch</title><content type='html'>An arrogant one at that. Pardon my French, but I just can't stand the sight of her, and here are the Whys.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She is an arrogant bitch. She brags about her Master's degree in studying Hadith all the time in class. She will find any opportunity to speak of herself with admiration. Talk about Walt Whitman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears the same tudung for each class. Probably the same jubah as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She thinks she is so superior than other human beings. She feels she is as noble as a man can be. She's always insists on "brainwashing" us (especially us girls) on how to cover aurah properly, and does so by indicating herself as an example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She favours only 2 of the students in our class. Both not Malays (apparently she has this obsession with non-Malays. Jakun kot). She keeps complaining how the other students, other than those 2, are not being participative in class, but does nothing to improve it. She will only point to Sharifah and Sofia to read the slides she's prepared for the lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She does not teach. She reads from her slides. She points to students to read out loud, line by line (you know, just like in kindergarten when the teacher asked to to read out loud for the rest of the class to hear). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She speaks Arabic most of the time. For heaven's sake, the class is filled with first year students, with the exception of us 3. What makes you think we could comprehend the language as you speak? Show off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips. There's something about her lips when she talks, that makes me just wanna go and rip her jaw off. &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/6350340287179189155-4412957318026865151?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4412957318026865151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lecturer-is-bitch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4412957318026865151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4412957318026865151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lecturer-is-bitch.html' title='my lecturer is a bitch'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8102144517027341551</id><published>2009-01-30T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:40:15.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh. I have been sick for 2 days now, and it's getting on my nerves. My nose is runny (By the way, I'm typing with both hands while some tissues are jammed up my nostrils. Not a pretty sight). My throat is super duper dry (I am beginning to sound like Amy Search). My eyes are all heavy and I feel like shutting my eyes all the time, even when I'm walking. I'm thirsty 24/7, which is a bitch, coz when I get thirsty, I drink, and when I drink a lot of water, I need to pee, and having to go to the loo twice in half an hour is a real pain. Especially when I'm watching a nice movie coz I don't wanna miss anything. Fuck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8102144517027341551?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8102144517027341551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8102144517027341551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8102144517027341551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-6448436848165312690</id><published>2009-01-24T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:40:36.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love mcdonalds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't believe in boycotting USA and Israeli made products on the market. I find this beyond ridiculous. I know this post will definitely trigger some unsatisfied remarks on how I am being cruel by supporting the Israelis against our own brothers and sisters in Palestine. But whatever. I don't really care what you think. This is MY blog, for crying out loud. My belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People have been boycotting (I'm beginning to hate this word. It's been used so often lately,in a true Malay slang,for that matter) products from the 2 countries currently, and I am not one of them, and here's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I do have compassion for the people in Palestine affected by the attacks. I do. What the Israelis are doing to the country is undoubtedly beyond cruel. It's really ironic, don't you think? I mean, they're doing to the Palestinians the exact same thing the Nazis did to the Jews years ago. It seems to me that Israel does not have any kind of sentiment whatsoever. But then again, we have to remember that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT ALL&lt;/span&gt; Israelis are bad people. There are some good ones,too. And the Americans, too, are not all bad people. This boycotting activity that is going on right now doesn't make any sense to me. Sure, the main goal is to cripple the economy of the two countries. If that succeeds, tell me then, what's gonna happen to the world economy? We're goin down as well, people. Whether we like it or not, America is on of the most powerful country in the world, and their economy's downfall is gonna affect the global econ. as well. Back to my first point, not all of them are bad people. Once we have taken down their economy, then what happens to the children and the women in those two countries? Like I said, not all of them are as evil as those pointing guns at the Palestinians. Once they're out of money, they'll starve. And when they actually start starving and perhaps dying out of it, then aren't we the same as the Israelis? We will be doing the same thing, but the only difference is that we do it subtilely, while they do it with violence (and make it obvious).  Sure, you might say that this is the least we can do to help the Palestinians. But do you really think what we do is really going to stop the massacre?? Malaysia is a small country, and what we contribute to the world is, well, little. Since I don't believe in boycotting their products, I have my own way of contributing to the Palestinians =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, yeah. I refuse to stop using the products simply for this cause. It's idiotic. If I succumb to it, then I am no different than them. I won't want to be a killer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What's gonna happen later on when this issue is done and out with? Do these people still want to go on deserting USA and Israel products? Coz the last time I remember, when the Americans invaded Iraq after 9/11, they started boycotting American things. Weeks after that a lot of my friends who wanted-to-do-the-least-they-can-do-to-help-other-Muslims started eating Big Mac again. Wow. Nice job standing by your principle, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-6448436848165312690?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/6448436848165312690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6448436848165312690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/6448436848165312690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-mcdonalds.html' title='i love mcdonalds'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-5139636449487510164</id><published>2009-01-23T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:40:49.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>badabing badaboom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have truly forgotten one major problem that's been bothering me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening, as I was driving on a road in Putrajaya to pick Jia up from school, I hit a car. It was a bumper to bumper crawl, and apparently I hit the break a little too late. Boom. Thank God the old guy driving the car I hit was super duper nice. He was like some sort of a father figure. I turned out he was on his way to fetch his daughter from the same school I was heading to. I got really scared once I got home. 3 weeks ago, Dad just sent the my car for a full-service job, which included re-painting the whole car. And I just crashed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6350340287179189155-5139636449487510164?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/5139636449487510164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/badabing-badaboom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5139636449487510164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5139636449487510164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/badabing-badaboom.html' title='badabing badaboom'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3783692193349375775</id><published>2009-01-23T00:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:13:21.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weddings. i love weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The title of this post itself would probably ruin my chances of finding a guy for the occasion. I might have scared them away. But what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few days back, I started discussing my perfect wedding with Najibah and Nadira. Well, the discussion took place weeks and days after a friend of mine got married and Akak as well, so I guess we had gotten really excited and couldn't help but fantasizing our perfect little ceremony of our own in our heads. So here is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, the location. I have always imagined myself to be married somewhere outdoor, and thus, came about the idea of getting married in a playground. Yes. A playground. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taman permainan&lt;/span&gt;. Growing up, my friends and I spent most of our times hanging around the playground in the neighborhood. I guess having the ceremony there would bring back all the memories I have of my childhood. The swings would be the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelamin&lt;/span&gt;". Bride and groom sitting on a couple of overly decorated swings. I have always loved swings. Let's just hope we wouldn't fall flat on our backs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then comes the guest list. I don't want a huge crowd at my wedding, just a small number of people whom I actually know. But the again, I come from a HUGE family. My dad has 11 siblings, and he's the youngest. So his oldest sister's got grandchildren who are of the same age as my own parents. I guess the guest list IS going to be a long list after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and the dress. I always thought that having a black wedding dress was cool. But of course, back then I was an emo kid with teen angst written all over my face. But for now, a white dress would be perfect. And a veil. Just a mini veil, not the one that runs 5 miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The food is, whatever. I don't really care. Jia, my sister has volunteered to be in charge of the wedding cake and the "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunga telur&lt;/span&gt;". And I do have 2 chef friends, so they may as well be the caterers =P (Nadira and Azri, if you are reading this, get to it! Hehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This may sound pathetic, but I do want to sing at my wedding. I don't need to pay some band to play at my wedding, it's just gonna be me and my siblings. There are 5 of us : Abang Zaki plays the drums, Zikri plays bass, Jia on piano, Adik on guitar, and I would be hogging the mic. I have always imagined a day when I will serenade my one true love (eww), and what better time to do it then on our wedding day? The happiest day of both our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aha. The invitation card. This task, is also assigned to a friend. Jone is an artist. She's a cartoonist. I have booked her to sketch a picture of me and whoever-it-is-that-I'm-marrying on the invitation card. Pretty demanding, huh? But what the hey. I'm only getting married once (I hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My own personal wedding planer: Najibah Mat Ali. Hahaha! Yes, Bah. Once you volunteered, there is no way out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Flower girls / Bridesmaids. Whatever you wish to call them. My girls. Najibah, Nadira, Ellya, Jun, Iqa, Ain, Aimie, Nadea, Jen, Mauri, and Jone. There. 11 of them altogether. Although, Najibah did wish to be counted out as she will act as my wedding planner, which means she will eventually be too busy to handle 2 responsibilities at a time. Hrm. We'll get back to this years from now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pheew. So, there you go. Haha. Well, a girl can dream, can't she? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6350340287179189155-3783692193349375775?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3783692193349375775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/title-of-this-post-itself-would.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3783692193349375775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3783692193349375775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/title-of-this-post-itself-would.html' title='weddings. i love weddings'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-4339526905783583870</id><published>2009-01-23T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:06:26.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to Bobs and Bills</title><content type='html'>A simple reminder for the guys out there - if you don't know how to talk to a woman, keep your mouth shut (all the time, if it is necessary). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-4339526905783583870?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/4339526905783583870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-bobs-and-bills.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4339526905783583870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/4339526905783583870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-bobs-and-bills.html' title='to Bobs and Bills'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7893170482365875952</id><published>2009-01-10T01:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:37:39.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun year</title><content type='html'>Movies &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aku&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sabar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tengok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tahun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Terminator: Salvation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Men Origins - Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underworld - Rise of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lycans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Fast and The Furious 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not in order)&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/6350340287179189155-7893170482365875952?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7893170482365875952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7893170482365875952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7893170482365875952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-year.html' title='fun year'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8876193495349413107</id><published>2008-12-26T01:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:14:11.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teha suroh update blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku malas sbenanye. Hehe. Internet connection aku cam tahi. Sbb aku gune phone sebagai modem, so bile takde line, maka internet pon ter disconnect. Bongok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaaanyway, aku dah malas la nk upload gamba-gamba aku fooling around seperti post before this one. Teha pon kate die dah jemu. HAHAHAHA. Lagipon klas dah start. Sumpah malas weyh. Dah la Ain, Aimie, Jen and Mauri dah graduate. Aku bersama Jone dan Nadea mengharungi semester ini bersama. Heh. Honestly, semlm aku pergi klass. Well, aku skipped sbenanye klas semlm sbb by the time aku smp Uni dh lmbt so aku takot nk masok klas. Hehe. So yeah, honestly, semlm mase aku kat Uni aku rase sgt....empty. And lost. Aku dah biase having them around, so bile dorng takde aku cam tak tentu arah! Even Qad noticed that. Mase aku nak beli teh ais, suara Aimie terngiang-ngiang dlm palotak aku, saying &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Syaza! Jangan beli teh ais la! Ko nih tak habes habes teh ais!"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the day before klas start hari tuh, aku ngn Najibah dan Nadira shopping alat tulis kat Czip Lee, dan I spent around RM80 on pens and pencils. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Depressed kot. Nak carik motivasi utk g klas sem ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anyhoo, Sabtu nih nak p Ipoh jumpe Ain! Nak g wedding Ruby Isnin tuh. Jen, Nadea, Mauri pon ade. Yeay! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah la. Babai. Penat la nak tulis. Urgh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dah Teha! Nantilah bile aku dh di-inspired leklok aku update ye. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8876193495349413107?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8876193495349413107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/12/messed-up.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8876193495349413107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8876193495349413107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/12/messed-up.html' title='messed up'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-5088779909469068954</id><published>2008-12-03T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:13:59.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i watched Twilight...again =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, Dad turned &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes. The BIG 5-0. We're celebrating his bday at TGI's Friday this Saturday. I think. Jia's baking chocolate cupcakes for him. Yeay! Jia's cupcakes are the bomb! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, and I watched &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the second time this afternoon! Hehehe. And this time, we picked the seats in the back row so we could laugh at all those dumb things in the movie and make fun of them, like;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;a) They sparkle under the sun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful palehotak die. Huduh kot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;b) Edward Cullen's eyes. Do I need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;c) They're freaking pale, and nobody suspects anything. Either the town's people are blind or   just plain stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;d) Edward Cullen actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stalks&lt;/span&gt; Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e) He wants Bella. He doesnt. He want Bella. He doesnt. Edward cant seem to make up his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;f) I didnt know vampires can climb trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But whatever. I dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love him! *drools* =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ooh. Love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6350340287179189155-5088779909469068954?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/5088779909469068954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-twilightagain-d.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5088779909469068954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5088779909469068954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-watched-twilightagain-d.html' title='i watched Twilight...again =D'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-7576074742585437757</id><published>2008-12-01T11:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:14:26.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urgh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sepanjang aku tolong Abg Awal &amp;amp; Elya kat butik tuh every weekend, ade sorng nih suke sangat call butik tuh dan tanye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Is Awal there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die kate die hanye akan datang butik &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Awal and Dynas ade kat situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minah nih call butik aku rase dalam 100 kali dalam sejam. Soalan die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Is Awal there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Can I talk to Awal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"When is Awal gonna be there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"How about Dynas. When is she gonna be there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I want to talk to Awal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I said I want to talk to Awal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gila, aku cakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So the past 2 days kitorng had fun melayan kerenah die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh ye. Nama dia Sandra. Kitorng tak pernah jumpe die, cume ckp on the phone je. Aku cakap suara die sounds like an Indian, tp Elya kate die Melayu. Abg Awal kate die bapok. Jadi kami semua conclude;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sandra = Bapok India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conclusion je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Die kate nak datang, tp tak pernah dtg pon. Die cume call 100 kali per hour dan tanye all those questions. Abg Awal pernah tengking die and marah die (tapi die tak tau tu abg Awal), then die call balek dan tanye;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Who was that rude person just now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kalau laaaah die tahu abg Awal yg tengking die tadi, mesti hancur hati die. Bunuh diri, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh. Dan hari tuh abg Awal tak kuase ngan die, so abg Awal pon cakap la ngan die. Sandra kate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I want to meet you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You want to meet me? For what? You're a reporter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I have something for you" (suare menggeletar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aku cakap kat abg Awal, mesti Sandra buat scrapbook penuh ngan gamba kahwen dorng, muke semue cut and paste. Hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semalam die call lagi. Aku sempat nyanyi lagu Agnes Monica kat die. Pastu die hang up. Bile die call lagi, aku nyanyi lagu 'Mandy'. Pastu bile die call lagi, korang tahu die tanye aku ape??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You gile eyh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bongok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok lah nanti aku free aku update korang psl Sandra lagi. Atau tambah crite. Banyak sebenarnye crite psl Sandra nih. Hehehe ;P&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/6350340287179189155-7576074742585437757?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/7576074742585437757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/12/urgh-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7576074742585437757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/7576074742585437757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/12/urgh-2.html' title='urgh'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-5754932216071547616</id><published>2008-11-28T02:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:14:46.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing the previous post prompted me to begin writing this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a discussion with Bah the other day. We were talking about how Malay guys like 'em women;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Kurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Rambut lurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;aka - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;"&gt;Chinese look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're my friend, you should know this by now, that I do not like Malay boys. Growing up, I was never the pretty one. I was 'hitam' and dont get me started on my teeth. The boys in the neighbourhood &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; making fun of me. Perhaps this is a reason why my interest in Malay boys pupus. Because I was not the ideal Malay girl they expected me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I still am not. I had the same discussion with Ilya once, and she is in the same boat as I am. Simply becase she does not have that ideal look Malay boys usually like (refer above). I've been through a lot with Malay boys, and by this I do not mean in relationships. Aku pernah jalan kat kedai mamak, a bunch of Malay guys - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sitting and drinking and shisha-ing thinking they're the coolest people around coz they hang out in groups but the truth behind henging out in groups is because they are very insecure about themselves&lt;/span&gt; - jerit panggil aku "buncit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); "&gt;Go screw each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So yeah. I dont really like Malay boys. Man, ok lah. Because usually men are more matured, but of course this only apply to those of the male species who have evolved - physically and mentally -  and have a different mindset than the rest of the species, particularly Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I always wonder. Kenape lelaki Melayu yang kahwin dua, bile ditanye kenape nak kahwin lagi satu, semua akan jawab "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sebab bini pertama tak reti jage badan&lt;/span&gt;", walhal lelaki² nih pon bukannye Brad Pitt or Amitabh Bachan. Semua perut boroi, kepala botak, muka tak jage, kesimpulannya dorng nih tak attractive la. Kenapa perempuan je yang kene jage appearance? Kalau suami aku Brad Pitt, dan dia nak kahwin sorng lagi dengan alasan aku tak reti jage badan, aku paham la jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Define fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Aku hot dan aku tak kira ape korang (lelaki² Melayu) kata. You heard? HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ade one time tuh, aku jalan2 kat Mid Valley ngan family aku. Pastu aku nmpk mesin menimbang berat nih. Alaaaa korang tau tak mesin yg kalerful and yg ukur height korang skali tuh? Yang ade gamba2, kalau korang kurus camne, kalau korang normal camne semue tuh? Haaaa mesin tu la. Mesin tuh kan boleh bercakap. Kalau kurus, die kate "Anda kurus". Kalau normal die kate "Anda normal". Aku bosan menunggu adik aku try kasut kat Bata, dan kebetulan depan Bata ade mesin tuh. Aku pon pergilah naek atas mesin tuh, masukkan syiling, dan tunggu ape die kate and nak tgk berat aku brape. Mesin tuh kate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;"Anda gemok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OUT LOUD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kebetulan ade la pulak satu family Melayu tgh jalan blakang aku. Dan opkoz dorng dengar mesin tuh. Mak family tuh pandang aku, senyum, dan teros lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Babi nye mesin. Perlu ke cakap kuat²??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tapi kejadian nih berlaku beberape tahun yg lepas. Mungkin skarang aku kurus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (gelak sambil mengangis kesedihan)&lt;br /&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/6350340287179189155-5754932216071547616?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/5754932216071547616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/aku-hot.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5754932216071547616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/5754932216071547616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/aku-hot.html' title='aku hot'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8639751866806159774</id><published>2008-11-28T01:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T03:15:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>between the stars and the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the years, I have been telling friends and family that I dont see having a man by my side as the most important thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But lately, an incident got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sure, a boyfriend is not on top my Raya list (kalau tulis Christmast nanti orang kate aku sesat). But it came to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It'd be nice to have that certain someone to share everything with. To keep me warm when the sun hides away and the night crawls in. To tower over me and protect me when the rain comes and. To love and care for me in sickness. To comfort me and tell me everything will be okay when shit happens (like the other day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I finally understand what Jun,Iqa and Elya's been talking about all these times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaah, shit.&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/6350340287179189155-8639751866806159774?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8639751866806159774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-stars-and-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8639751866806159774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8639751866806159774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/between-stars-and-sea.html' title='between the stars and the sea'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-3058455698469905790</id><published>2008-11-27T04:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T04:30:04.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i loike</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="212" width="370" align="middle" data="http://music.vampirefreaks.com/musicplayer/music_player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://music.vampirefreaks.com/musicplayer/music_player.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="userlist=pinkpentacle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-3058455698469905790?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/3058455698469905790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-loike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3058455698469905790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/3058455698469905790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-loike.html' title='i loike'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2806465343880182543</id><published>2008-11-27T02:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:11:28.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123</title><content type='html'>These past three days, Mom was not home. She was attending some instructor accreditation stuff in Cheras, and she just got back tadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the days Mom was not here, Dad had a social life. Well, actually, a night life. Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Abah nak g mane tuh?&lt;br /&gt;Abah: Abah nak keluar makan jap ngan uncle Roslan. Nadiah jgn keluar rumah tau. Tengok Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Abah,adik nak keluar g kedai jap.&lt;br /&gt;Abah: Eh Nadiah,jangan keluar! Abah nak keluar ni.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Pergi mane?&lt;br /&gt;Abah: Pegi minom ngan uncle Roslan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik: Kakak baru balek dr rumah bah?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha'ah. Abah mane?&lt;br /&gt;Adik: Abah kan ade social life skarang.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Amboi-amboi millionaire nih.&lt;br /&gt;Adik: Eleh sekarang je. Sementare mak takde. Nanti mak dah balek, abah keluar utk beli makanan Mimi je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Mimi&lt;/span&gt; - kucing diva kesayangan mak aku. Kalau die x suke makanan die, die pergi kat mak dan bising² kat mak so mak akan suroh kami pergi beli Smart Heart - the only kind of cat food she eats. Kami juga selalu kene marah ngan mak sbb lupe nak leave the toilet door opened for her to do her 'stuff'. We take any chance when mom's not around to bully her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SS2fxo2bc7I/AAAAAAAAABc/oQknKB_rC9M/s1600-h/n512605026_1726187_8998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SS2fxo2bc7I/AAAAAAAAABc/oQknKB_rC9M/s320/n512605026_1726187_8998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273046413848834994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ini Mimi...poyo.&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/6350340287179189155-2806465343880182543?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2806465343880182543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/123.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2806465343880182543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2806465343880182543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/123.html' title='123'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SS2fxo2bc7I/AAAAAAAAABc/oQknKB_rC9M/s72-c/n512605026_1726187_8998.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1131868938032915527</id><published>2008-11-21T16:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:09:04.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>activiti hujung minggu</title><content type='html'>Aktiviti hujung minggu cuti nih;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepak ngan kazen-kazenku. Since June and Elya are both working right smack in KL, me and Iqa would have to turun KL. And since they both will only be working on weekdays, weekends are the only times we can lepak together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: &lt;/span&gt;Lagu kegemaran terkini - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;James Morrison's You Make It Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1131868938032915527?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1131868938032915527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/activiti-hujung-minggu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1131868938032915527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1131868938032915527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/activiti-hujung-minggu.html' title='activiti hujung minggu'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-994531321281704890</id><published>2008-11-19T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:26:38.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave the story unfinished...</title><content type='html'>One more semester to go, and then I'll be done. I was happy. I was looking forward to end this chapter of this part of my life and to begin a whole new one. One where I am a grown adult. A woman. I was fully prepared to leave behind the life I have been living for the past 14 years for a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day of last semester, it was an emotional one for all of us. Aimie came over in the morning to hang out in our room. Jone came over later in the afternoon. Jen came over LATER than, well, everbody else. We hung out like we always did. We joked. We made fun of Jen. We bullied Aimie. We laughed at Jone's rempitness. We talked. We talked about the things we've gone through for the past 4-5 years or so since we got into UIA. Those days in Matriculation. The days when we were all still young and barely knew how to survive outside of our comfort zones. Those days during our First Year in the Main Campus. The days when we all dressed up like idiots to go to class. The days when we were all still fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Ain's cab arrived to pick her up. We bid goodbyes, and apologised for any wrongdoings we have done onto each other. We helped her bring down her stuff all the way from the 4th floor of Asiah College, perhaps for the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me. That was the last time we would hang out as undergrads, as students. The last time we could talk about things. The last time we could make fun of each other and laugh and laugh and laugh. It was then, I realized, I dont wanna move on. I dont wanna have to be apart from these people. They have been apart of my life for a long time, and I wasnt ready to live my life without them. I just couldnt. Losing the means losing a huge part of myself, I wasnt about to let that happen. But reality striked. It was happenening. It really was. Things will be very different from then on. No more hanging out because we will all be on different tracks. Different lives to live. No more birthday tradition of makan besar. No more going to class with 5 of us cramped in one car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess reality wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say, that I cherished every single memory I've had with them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aimie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,although I always made fun of you, you know I love you and I appreciate all the sweet things you have done and said to me. Your voice still "echoes to the sense". HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ain&lt;/span&gt;, my best pal. My roommate for 4 years. I had the most memorable memories with you and you have always managed to make me laugh. I guess we were so close that we even look like each other. LOL. I will miss you greatly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I love you and thank you for being the shoulder for me to cry on. It's really hard to not remember you as there will always be a pack of roti in my kitchen, and everytime I see it, the image of your masterpiece picture pops in my head and that ALWAYS makes me laugh, and you know that. HAHAHAHAHA! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mauri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, even though you have graduated long before, I just want you to know that I do miss you very much. I miss your presence. You were always the 'mak'. The one who took care of us. Who cared for everybody and who managed to make us laugh even when you did nothing funny. You have helped us a lot when you were the only one who had car. You picked us up from class, and I am forever in your debt. Naseb baek you're staying in Bangi! HAHA! Boleh jugak kite lepak ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have kept me alive. And losing them is as if losing my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAYANG KAMU SEMUA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SSPa3WNWTuI/AAAAAAAAABU/neDsgZyCqYo/s1600-h/n512605026_844523_596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SSPa3WNWTuI/AAAAAAAAABU/neDsgZyCqYo/s320/n512605026_844523_596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270296633342840546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-994531321281704890?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/994531321281704890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/saddest-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/994531321281704890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/994531321281704890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/11/saddest-song.html' title='leave the story unfinished...'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LG-iKkD97wU/SSPa3WNWTuI/AAAAAAAAABU/neDsgZyCqYo/s72-c/n512605026_844523_596.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2787954550396086014</id><published>2008-10-05T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:01:04.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath</title><content type='html'>the few days before raya were hectic and tiring. my family and i went shopping everyday. we went out early in the morning and came back home late at night. than came raya. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same je. keluar pagi balek malam.&lt;/span&gt; so tiring. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esok ade klas.&lt;/span&gt; and i have 6 assignments to be submitted after this week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gila. macam mane nak buat keje waktu raya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok lah dah ngantok. babai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2787954550396086014?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2787954550396086014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/10/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2787954550396086014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2787954550396086014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/10/aftermath.html' title='the aftermath'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-1923963745334736655</id><published>2008-09-21T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:31:33.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame x update~</title><content type='html'>been a long time since the last post. been busy. drenched with assignments (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bak kate Cipan&lt;/span&gt;, thats a big word. LOL).  i have NO idea what to write. here's the thing. i need to be inspired. to write. i mean, i CAN write on the spot, but it would suck. great writings come from great inspirations. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cewah&lt;/span&gt;. haha! so inspire me. c'mon c'mon. give me something to write about. feed me with bright ideas. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku tak macam anak mat nor yg sulong tuh, otak sentiase berjalan&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaanywaayy...raya is near. going shopping today with family. FUN. it is, really. especially when u go shopping with Dad. he doesnt ask much. i take stuff, tell (not ask) him "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;abah adik amik nih tau&lt;/span&gt;". i put 'em on the counter. call him to pay. he pays. DONE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom asks A LOT of questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Perlu ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Abah kasi ke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"Nadiah, u have a lot of handbags &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;..u dont need that one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the lesson is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopping With Dad Is Fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-1923963745334736655?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/1923963745334736655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/09/lame-x-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1923963745334736655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/1923963745334736655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/09/lame-x-update.html' title='lame x update~'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-8426366513968048734</id><published>2008-08-23T02:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:33:42.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lagu-lagu</title><content type='html'>This is boring, but I just decided to list down the songs that I find beautiful. The arrangements and the lyrics. Just beautiful. So, here. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Waiting - Lenny Kravitz (Live band. Planet Hollywood. Enough said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm - Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusk &amp;amp; Summer - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and any other songs by Dashboard. There. Time saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 - Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Fire - Switchfoot (so beautiful it made me cry once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With or Without You - U2 (I've always loved this one. Even more when they play it live at Planet Hollywood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evol - Deja Vooodoo Spells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Be My Baby - David Cook (better than the original one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You - Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be - Edwin McCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konstantine - Something Corporate (this one's pretty long and draggy. But I love it. The piano on it. Love it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenangmu - Kerispatih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Waktu - Ungu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila Aku Jatuh Cinta - Nidji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn My Head - Live&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-8426366513968048734?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/8426366513968048734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/08/lagu-lagu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8426366513968048734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/8426366513968048734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/08/lagu-lagu.html' title='lagu-lagu'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6350340287179189155.post-2982060719795612114</id><published>2008-08-22T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:07:36.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cium arwah nenek la Nadiah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tak nak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hish! ape nih??Tak baik la! Pergi,cium skarang!Semue sedare awak dah cium!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my last memory of Death. My last encounter with Death. The last time I kissed Death (and ran out of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rumah papan&lt;/span&gt;). It is still fresh,though. I can still smell Death. It was very strong. I can still see the colour of Death. It was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it's still green in my mind, I honestly don't know how to deal with Death. We sure as hell can't stop it from dropping by our thresholds. It'll come. It'll say Hi. And when It does, all we can do is smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it'll already be too late to put all the pieces back together. Everything will be scattered. One piece. Another piece. It'll be too late. Too darn late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Death comes knocking when you don't expect it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyibuk&lt;/span&gt;, we call the term in Malay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kalau nak datang, bagi la &lt;/span&gt;warning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulu. &lt;/span&gt;For the host, and the neighbours&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; jugak. Manalah tau jiran-jiran tengah berkemban sidai baju ke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I don't want Death to drop by my neighbours' houses. I don't. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared. I am not ready. I am not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death, don't wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6350340287179189155-2982060719795612114?l=webnotfound.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/feeds/2982060719795612114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2982060719795612114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6350340287179189155/posts/default/2982060719795612114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://webnotfound.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-d.html' title='Deal'/><author><name>Syaza Nadiah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14675247949992556810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrKA8EleQx4/TZMTO_ZTQoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4Cftjt7HATA/s220/183486_10150158100775027_512605026_8575431_5826187_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
