<?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-6490010090274752222</id><updated>2011-09-05T20:13:14.410+08:00</updated><category term='Rambling'/><category term='movie'/><category term='education'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Contest'/><category term='Tagging'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='special wishes'/><category term='boredom'/><category term='books'/><category term='family'/><category term='valentine'/><category term='confession'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='love'/><category term='heart'/><category term='outing'/><category term='Tension'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Hello Kitty'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='makeover'/><title type='text'>my.life.my.indulgence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-581216153223262586</id><published>2009-11-20T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:28:07.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Happy.MAD.Neutral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hello all, I have no mood to talk much. Enough to say that I had a mixed feelings today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Noon: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY MOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I just finish my very final paper for my first degree. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Afternoon: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MAD MOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I just break off my friendship with this girl. And this is my very first time to do thing like this. Yes, I never have EX-FRIEND before this. But, today I did it and I'm not regret it because as what she said, I'm such a VERY BAD friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Owh, don't ask me because I'm don't even remember her name anymore. I've deleted everything associated to her. Because I can't never be friend with a VEEEERRRYYYY-NICE-plus-BERHATI-MULIA's people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NEUTRAL MOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Finally I can manage to neutralized my mood level after having talk with Anis. Owh yes, Anis has been experienced this feelings before, but as always, Anis is a kind hearted girl who can forget everything and be friend with that girl again. Me? Naaaaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Did I heard people talking about me there? Never mind, I just take it as "cengkerik" sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. For those who wanna know the very truth of the story, do reach me through my phone. I'll tell everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.p.s. Don't have my phone number? I take that as you are not my very close friends. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.p.p.s. I talk about my very final semester in UUM later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-581216153223262586?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/581216153223262586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=581216153223262586&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/581216153223262586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/581216153223262586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/11/happymadneutral.html' title='Happy.MAD.Neutral'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7691993123256606829</id><published>2009-10-26T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:06:54.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Zipping mouth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm feeling miserable. Like having butterflies in my stomach. My heart is like to burst out. I feel like crying. I feel like punching people's face. I feel like screaming to everyone if it is the only way for me to release this pain.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog is always a place for me to let go those feelings which I can never speak it out by my own mouth. I don't know where should I share my feelings. I won't disturb LOVE because I know he is also in the midst of extreme stress due to the job. I won't talk to my family because there might seen this thing as a normal ordinary thingy. Or maybe it is. Maybe I'm the one who complicate it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In appearance, this is really not my problem. At all. But it will give subsequent effect to the person I loved the most. I hate that to be happened one day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is me. I cannot just sit and see all bad things happened. I will always interfere as I thing that I have responsibility to talk, or maybe to advice as far as I can. I'm doing all of this with no reason. For me, everything I do must always be with reason and knowledge. With only that I can see the way of life clearly.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is never be a problem for me if I am dealing with the person below my level or maybe same age with me. But, a problem arise when I am dealing with the person whose in the upper level than myself. I have to talk in good manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be seen as a rude person. I want people to see me as a helper. I try to help. Helping is actually comes in various ways. By talking, listening, advising, anything can be.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I face with one situation where me, myself as a normal person see this as a problem. If it is not a problem now, I believe this thing will create a problem one day in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This situation involves a person who actually very close to my life. And that's why I couldn't talk to anyone. It is like spitting to the air where actually it will fall on my own face. So, I decide to keep it with me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, I try to personally talk to this person. Within our conversation I swear to God that I didn't even use any harm words. I talked and advised in a good manner. I keep all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;my anger inside. I just let go all nicest words during the conversation. With the hope that I can try to solve the problem before it turn to be a big problem.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this person felt touch at heart before it is me to talk. Who am I to talk like that? Where is my level? I have no rights to talk. Maybe, these were the questions that appeared in this person's mind. Maybe. Who might knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation ended with no solutions. This person seem cannot take all my words. At last, I am the one who felt guilty. I felt like violation of level of life. So, I took it as my fault for not knowing my appropriate level. I apologized to this person. Yes, I did. I cross my fingers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, I received a text messages. That person, the one whose I talked to before, was upset and said I was only pointing my fingers without knowing the truth story. That person said I am like crossing the line. I have no rights of talking what I have said before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this stupid person, I feel miserable now. Why am I the one who is guilty in this case? When actually this case or situation doesn't really implied myself. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself. I will take it as my fault of over the limit by talking like that to the person who is in the upper level than me. Yes. I'll take it. But, I promise myself after this if anything ever happen to that person, I will only watch it from far. I will never step in that person's problem ever. Never. That is my promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Buat baik salah. Buat jahat lagi lar salah. It's okay. I'm zipping my mouth now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuVldMCTXKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9l4Wn4-2kYM/s1600-h/X871_727_ZipMouthLogoLtRim1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuVldMCTXKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9l4Wn4-2kYM/s320/X871_727_ZipMouthLogoLtRim1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396831280594902178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-7691993123256606829?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7691993123256606829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7691993123256606829&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7691993123256606829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7691993123256606829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/zipping-mouth.html' title='Zipping mouth.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuVldMCTXKI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/9l4Wn4-2kYM/s72-c/X871_727_ZipMouthLogoLtRim1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3352086801246802278</id><published>2009-10-24T09:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:58:58.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contest'/><title type='text'>Mango's Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_VmtjjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/pnajUNaibB0/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_VmtjjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/pnajUNaibB0/s320/IMG_2488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395978646255930930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_kaAMgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TXYHtnUWsTo/s1600-h/IMG_2490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_kaAMgI/AAAAAAAAAm4/TXYHtnUWsTo/s320/IMG_2490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395978650229158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_ynfpfI/AAAAAAAAAnA/CRQGQrKKwa4/s1600-h/IMG_2499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_ynfpfI/AAAAAAAAAnA/CRQGQrKKwa4/s320/IMG_2499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395978654043842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kulitmanggis.com/"&gt;Mangosteen&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favourite blog. I am the silent reader of this blog. I love arts even though I'm not that creative person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just notice that Mangosteen contest this morning as I do some blogwalking. All we have to do is to name any object under the sky that we wish to see in the form of stamp. Just anything. Easy rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the winning prizes, Mangosteen is giving a set of 9 mini handcarved eraser stamps and also the personalized stamp (the one that we wish to see as I mentioned above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to enter this contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my family and close friends know, I love Hello Kitty so much. So, sis Mangosteen I wish to see Hello Kitty stamp. I put two sample photos below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Hello Kitty with Cupcake&lt;br /&gt;Rationale: I just learned baking..!! And I love it..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJcIhgQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CKtPDgqakkA/s1600-h/465_hello_kitty_parcel_from_florence_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJcIhgQ2GI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CKtPDgqakkA/s320/465_hello_kitty_parcel_from_florence_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395976605045676130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Hello Kitty with stationery&lt;br /&gt;Rationale: I'm in the mood of final exam. So, that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJcI11jtRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IeaATlmTDxw/s1600-h/fefe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJcI11jtRI/AAAAAAAAAmo/IeaATlmTDxw/s320/fefe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395976610503701778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Opps!! Actually sis Mangosteen tak suruh pon letak picture and reason. Tapi I degil, I nak letak jugak. Senang sis Mangosteen nak visualize kan. Baik kan I. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I hope I will win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you sis Mangosteen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Ada nada-nada membodek di situ. Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. Eh! I nie memang tak mengikut peraturan kan. Sis Mangosteen kate letak satu jer daripada 3 gambar kat atas tue. But I letak jer semua. Sorry sis! I excited! LOL.&lt;/span&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/6490010090274752222-3352086801246802278?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3352086801246802278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3352086801246802278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3352086801246802278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3352086801246802278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/mangos-game.html' title='Mango&apos;s Game'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SuJd_VmtjjI/AAAAAAAAAmw/pnajUNaibB0/s72-c/IMG_2488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7571939506136589799</id><published>2009-10-22T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:41:24.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Late Nite Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hye all. Selamat Hari Raya. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up. It is 12.10 a.m. Believe it or not. Actually I slept at 8.00 p.m. due to migraine. I took a painkiller pills then zzzz. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE called then I answered the phone, have a little chat, laugh a bit and that's it. Terus segar bugar mata I nie. I memang cenggini. I can hear the phone ringing even in my sleep. That's why if I wish to have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;good night sleep, I will put my phone into silent mode and leave it on the floor so that I can't hear the vibration sound if I put it on the table. Yes all. I can also hear the vibrating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sound. Weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, what else I wanna tell in here? Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I started my diet plan again. For the how many times I don't know. Seems like I have to dieting forever but I can't manage to get back my old body figure. Sometimes I loose some kg's, then I start eating like hell again, then I put only do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;uble-up the loosen kg's. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started it this week, after I got back from hometown for the medical check-up thingy, I can proudly say that I have lose 1kg in less than a week. What did I ate? No sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ecial secret. I ate vegetables and some lauk for lunch. And for dinner meal, sometimes I took biscuit with tea or milo. But if I felt hungry during late night I took apple. So, that's the result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cakap bagus konon. Cess. I pray I can maintain this style of eating. Hopefully. Selalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; I nie hangat-hangat taik kamben jer. Menci.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, continue study. What? My study-for-final-exam progress? I managed to finished 4 chapters of Basic Entrepreneurship paper, yesterday. Today? No progress as I read through some articles for my Accounting Theories and Practices paper, but I can say that I only understand maybe 20% of it. Silly me. Susah laaa. Try lar baca tengok senang paham tak.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today. Bye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.s. I rasa rindu Kak Farah sangat hari ni. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.p.s. Another unrelated-to-the-entry-topic photo. Photo of my one of my Hello Kitty collection. I will update all of it gradually. This time is apa nama ntah. Usually people put it on the car dashboard. It will move when it receive the solar energy. Betol kot. I pon tak pasti. Weee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St83Ol127-I/AAAAAAAAAmI/Z7U0-ZUwQEY/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St83Ol127-I/AAAAAAAAAmI/Z7U0-ZUwQEY/s320/DSC01947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395091602428850146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St84_h6G5wI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Z-fL3ESi0iw/s1600-h/5wwbjt.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 27px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St84_h6G5wI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Z-fL3ESi0iw/s320/5wwbjt.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395093542698149634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-7571939506136589799?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7571939506136589799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7571939506136589799&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7571939506136589799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7571939506136589799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/late-nite-post.html' title='Late Nite Post.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St83Ol127-I/AAAAAAAAAmI/Z7U0-ZUwQEY/s72-c/DSC01947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-513609569043796451</id><published>2009-10-20T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:20:00.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Sindrom Demam Malam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is the 3rd day I demam. Iskh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During daylight my body temperature okay jer, behave jer. When maghrib comes then night, my body temperature start to rapidly increase. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa? Sindrom Demam Malam!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nak cakap tu jer pon. Haha!! Takde keje kan? Saja jer nak update. Rajin tiba-tiba. Bluek! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Tak suka demam selsema batuk. Hidung sumbat. Tekak Sakit. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. As usual, unrelated-to-the-main-topic photo. LOL. Rindu si comel nie. (photo taken when I took her to saloon, we past by the Pasaraya Kawan (Anis Safinas suka tempat nie..hehe) and this cute lil Shasha insisted to naik that thingy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St23raSxn8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/x-BOPqoDPiY/s1600-h/DSC01951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St23raSxn8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/x-BOPqoDPiY/s320/DSC01951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394669885080051650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St23q5Tk-oI/AAAAAAAAAl4/88gyqCRAHko/s1600-h/5wwbjt.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 27px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St23q5Tk-oI/AAAAAAAAAl4/88gyqCRAHko/s320/5wwbjt.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394669876225047170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-513609569043796451?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/513609569043796451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=513609569043796451&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/513609569043796451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/513609569043796451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sindrom-demam-malam.html' title='Sindrom Demam Malam.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St23raSxn8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/x-BOPqoDPiY/s72-c/DSC01951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8893940145282538334</id><published>2009-10-20T14:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:58:49.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hello Kitty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Tulis entri sambil kembangkan hidung. LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hye all..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early in the morning. MAK called asking me about my fever condition. I said I'm getting okay. Last night my body temperature was really high I think, like holding hot boiled kettle. Bluffing!!! Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eh..serious laaa..my body temperature is okay now. I think the fever gets worse only during night time. Day time relax jer babe. Siap boleh makan kuaci lagi. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay, after MAK called I couldn't manage to continue my sleep again. I can't just lay down on my bed and layankan the fever right. So, I made up my mind to get up and belek2 buku. OMG! I just have 2 more weeks to go to final exam. Adoyai! 1 habuk pon I tak prepare lagi. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I got up, then terus duduk kat study table. Yes!! Dapat mood terus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay! I started with study for Basic Entrepreneurship paper which the final exam for this paper will be held on November 4th. On the day before which is November 3rd, I'll sit for Issues in Management Accounting paper. So, basically I will put extra attention on accounting paper, I know best that I will abandon this teras University paper, so, better I study from now kan. Why not I finish up all my basic teras University papers then only focus on my accounting papers. Adoi. Cam keling da ayat I. Sorry lar yer. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pening lar bace! Lantak la. Suka hati I lar nak tulis camner kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, moral of the story I nak bagitau yang I telah berjaya menghabiskan 2 chapters untuk paper Basic Entrepreneurship tue tadi. Bangganya saya.....Ehem..Ehem..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm..Busuknya. Nak mandi. Bye all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Doakan saya cepat sembuh. Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. I think I wanna start showing off my Hello Kitty collection. Ada la sikit. For the 1st one is Hello Kitty bowl hugger. You guys can always get this when you buy Kellogs cereal. LOVE bought this for me. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Comel kan? Masa I makan I rasa cam Hello Kitty tue tengok I jer. Suke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.p.p.s. Kenape lari topik? Ala. Suka hati I lar. Iskh. Okay mandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St1csLWrUyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/erL0tpKOv78/s1600-h/DSC02042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St1csLWrUyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/erL0tpKOv78/s320/DSC02042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394569842691625762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St1eWLji4MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YK2qb2n2lHE/s1600-h/860456cnl3f6cwjh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 32px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St1eWLji4MI/AAAAAAAAAlw/YK2qb2n2lHE/s320/860456cnl3f6cwjh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394571663811731650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-8893940145282538334?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8893940145282538334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8893940145282538334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8893940145282538334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8893940145282538334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/tulis-entri-sambil-kembangkan-hidung.html' title='Tulis entri sambil kembangkan hidung. LOL.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/St1csLWrUyI/AAAAAAAAAlo/erL0tpKOv78/s72-c/DSC02042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8989784487104174820</id><published>2009-10-19T18:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:09:54.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Fuuhh..Fuuhh..Fuuuhhhhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Banyaknyer habuk blog I nie. Iskh. Sorry blog, I tak sengaja dah abaikan you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What am I going to say today? Hmmm.. Still thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Looking at Diya's 100th post entry, I just got jealous. Sila jangan dengki wahai cik zizee. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Diya was doing one contest namely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/2009/04/100th-post-giveaway.html"&gt;"The 100th Post Giveaway"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;. Diya was prepared a sweet swirls frame as a gift for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/2009/05/winner-of-100th-post-giveaway.html"&gt; the winner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;. Opps! Forgot to tell, the contest was about creating a banner, doodle or anything which symbolized 100. Damn I didn't manage myself to enter that contest. I was busy ant hometown. Alasan. Grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As for my very own 100th post, frankly saying that I didn't prepare anything to celebrate it. Other number of post probably. I am really busy now. Not really busy actually but I pretend as busy jer. Haha. Final exam is just around the corner. As this is going to be my very final semester living in this varsity, I hope that I can give my very best in my study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Owh? Lappy? Lappy is still in my hand. Last time I went back to hometown but I made up my mind not to leave it behind as I know best that I will definitely missed it very much. Instead of leaving lappy at home, I promise myself to be more discipline in term of using the lappy. For an example I will only use this lappy when I feel "tepu" while studying. Or maybe when I feel lost. Okay. Okay. I try laaa... Only switch on this lappy several hours a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eh. Forgot to mention. I just finished re-arrange half of my room. In here, the hostel. Before this my table was facing the wall where I put all those notes, bills, photos and so on. But now, I change it to face the window. So that I can have a green view scenery when I'm studying. Of course lar, outside the windows is a big tree, I don't know what type of tree but one thing for sure  the tree is green. Sedap mata memandang. Big Grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay all, I'm going to take bath. By the way, I demam nie. Selsema and batuk yg sangat teruk. Hidung asyik gatal jer. Benci la. Tak selesa. Tapi taknak makan ubat, boleh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Berat badan naik lagi selepas raya. Sia2 jer diet mase puasa. Menci.&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/6490010090274752222-8989784487104174820?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8989784487104174820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8989784487104174820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8989784487104174820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8989784487104174820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7357466435025296692</id><published>2009-10-10T04:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:51:10.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>Sending lappy back to hometown?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm still thinking getting rid of my lappy. I'm thinking of sending my lappy back to my hometown. Leave it there. Or maybe let LOVE keep it for sometime, just until I finish my final paper on November 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously couldn't 100% focus on my study if this lappy still with me. Yes, I know. Before this I already owned this lappy and still I can study. But now, lappy seems to be the main things which really good in diverting my attention. Perhaps on surfing, blogging, YM-ing, facebooking as well as watching movies and Korean dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As this is going to be my very final semester in varsity, I'm thinking if it is better for me put 200% efforts on my studying. Final exam is just around the corner. 3 weeks to go for it. And I realized it is not so much time for me. I really need to kick my ass and study and not doing another job rather than studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I wish I can go back to my Matriculation years. Where I don't diverting my attention into another business. Everything in my mind was just study and score well in the exam. And yes, I did succeed during my Matriculation years. My CGPA is in the first class level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Same goes to my SPM years. I scored well too. No lappy at all. I studied with just listening to my old school walkman. No such thing like MP3 or Ipod. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As a matter of fact, I think I should go back to whom I used to be. The older Azie. With the warmth spirit. Nothing else but study. C'mon Azie..!! I know I can do it if I really focusing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Makin besar makin kurang daya ingatan. Iskh. Iskh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.p.s. Apart of that, I will surely gonna missed my blog and my new interest, facebook.&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/6490010090274752222-7357466435025296692?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7357466435025296692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7357466435025296692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7357466435025296692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7357466435025296692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/sending-lappy-back-to-hometown.html' title='Sending lappy back to hometown?'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3088215113761450314</id><published>2009-10-07T01:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:06:01.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Older vs Newer</title><content type='html'>The old good days picture. While we were in our secondary school. Taken from Diya's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People, come. Look at the older me. LOL. Kelakar kan?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuCWdsPcEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/y9uXNMRJBtA/s1600-h/7432_177365084552_534814552_3613476_3165798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuCWdsPcEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/y9uXNMRJBtA/s320/7432_177365084552_534814552_3613476_3165798_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389544701517852738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture also from Diya, if I'm not mistaken. She gave me while we chat on YM.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuEFc0X0SI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NKP3mvw01xk/s1600-h/m0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuEFc0X0SI/AAAAAAAAAj4/NKP3mvw01xk/s320/m0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389546608249000226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, are photos with the latest me. I manage to find only these 2 photos in my lappy. Taken by Kak Ayu (my sis-in-law), just before Ramadhan. Raya's photos in Adik's lappy,  forgot to copy last time. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuFE3wHcoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/F2rt6tTsVxs/s1600-h/7820_1243576808693_1207554073_751168_1109879_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuFE3wHcoI/AAAAAAAAAkI/F2rt6tTsVxs/s320/7820_1243576808693_1207554073_751168_1109879_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389547697810666114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuFFQSdWtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/AZyZxLIng8s/s1600-h/7820_1243575128651_1207554073_751166_2475523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuFFQSdWtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/AZyZxLIng8s/s320/7820_1243575128651_1207554073_751166_2475523_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389547704397159122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay? Can you all see the different? The older me and the latest me?  Haha!! From the tiny-petit-skinny type of body,  became the fat-debab-tembam body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Nak kurus semula. Tapi cam mustahil jer. Huhu.&lt;br /&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/6490010090274752222-3088215113761450314?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3088215113761450314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3088215113761450314&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3088215113761450314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3088215113761450314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/older-vs-newer.html' title='Older vs Newer'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SsuCWdsPcEI/AAAAAAAAAjw/y9uXNMRJBtA/s72-c/7432_177365084552_534814552_3613476_3165798_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5514148113753922438</id><published>2009-10-03T23:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:51:57.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE..!! (updated)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SseE4zSX9lI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GvJP2l3Hv4Q/s1600-h/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SseE4zSX9lI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GvJP2l3Hv4Q/s320/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388421590546904658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;October 3rd&lt;/span&gt;, 2009, and it is LOVE 26th birthday..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12.00 a.m. - I wished him a very happy birthday. He asked me to sing him a birthday song while he ate the cupcake (the one which I ordered from Kak Rani, Bake2Decorate). I refused. Malu lar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;konon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then he sang the birthday song to himself, alone, with a pretty sad voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Sabri,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I laughed my heart out. He have to sing the birthday song by himself, on his birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Then I said, let me sing a song for him, but in Mandarin Languange. I learned from my Chines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;e friend, back to my SPM year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chu ni sheng rhe quai lhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chu ni sheng rhe quai lhe,&lt;br /&gt;Chu ni sheng rhe quai lhe Darlin',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chu nie sheng re quai lhe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay. Okay. I don't know how to spelling it into word, but I know how to pronounce it. Good enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back to several weeks ago, I had a plan in my mind. Something like to throw a surprise birthday party for him. But, last minute, tak menjadi because of some unexpected circumstances thingy happened. Never mind la, as long as he happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Later I will upload the surprise cupcakes together with a gift for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.p.s. Thanks a lot to Dya and Sha for giving me an idea of buying that gift for him. He loves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Ssz-nEi8RJI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-0JEulYxgdo/s1600-h/DSC_0987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Ssz-nEi8RJI/AAAAAAAAAk4/-0JEulYxgdo/s320/DSC_0987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389962801244292242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Ssz-n06n7JI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q-71cRCFe9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Ssz-n06n7JI/AAAAAAAAAlA/q-71cRCFe9Y/s320/DSC_0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389962814228524178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Pictures credit to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bake2decorate.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bake2decorate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &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/6490010090274752222-5514148113753922438?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5514148113753922438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5514148113753922438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5514148113753922438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5514148113753922438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-love.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE..!! (updated)'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SseE4zSX9lI/AAAAAAAAAjo/GvJP2l3Hv4Q/s72-c/1111Topsy_Turvey_Birthday_Cake_by_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6896873147538226009</id><published>2009-09-28T19:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:46:25.753+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Convo? Uhh..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm back. Definitely with a better mood. I'd managed to tell everything to LOVE. What a relief I feel inside when I can spell everything out to someone, instead of just keep it inside my ownself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not the main point I wanna to stress in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met with my old friend since I stayed in Tradewinds Residential College, almost 3 years back I think. She came by to collect her "jubah konvo" here. By the way, to be clear in here, my batch (UUM's accounting 2005/2006 batch) will be having their convocation early of October, which falls next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to act when I meet them again. To see them wearing their jubah, with holding the scroll, it's such a great pain for me. I feel like flying away and dissapear to somewhere else, where no one will talk about all the convocation's thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still keep on thinking, whether I wanna stay here and give them a visit at the convocation's day, or maybe I'll make my way back to my hometown. Hmmm.. I'm really hate to think that I'm still stuck in here when actually this coming October should be my convocation's day. Arghh..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Kalau tak accident hari tu, mesti I sedang gembira sekarang prepare utk convo. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6896873147538226009?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6896873147538226009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6896873147538226009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6896873147538226009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6896873147538226009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/convo-uhh.html' title='Convo? Uhh..!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-61170002185088363</id><published>2009-09-27T13:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:32:51.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Saya Sangat Marah! Grrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sr8FFT-6hUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/oCBmKfS73Hc/s1600-h/angry-girl.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sr8FFT-6hUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/oCBmKfS73Hc/s320/angry-girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386029268180043074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hello people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As usual, I will write in here whenever I have something in my mind which I couldn't tell anyone. Writing has been the best way for me to let out everything which I can't tell anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I feel uneasy now. I just received a call from someone, the respectful one. I heard something which really pointing at me. This story was begun or told by someone (I'm starting to hate her now) to my respectful one (the one who called me just now).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Urghh!! I'm soooo angry now until I feel like killing someone. How dare she keep interupting into my private life. Seriously. She is witch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hate to be like this. I hate to get angry by my own, when actually she feels nothing out there. Arggghh!! I pray to the Highness for never ever makes me meet her again. Ever in my life. I don't know how I can control myself if she is in front of me right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I hate to think and to know that everyone including my respectful one is actually 100% believe on whatever she said. Owh!! She knows best how to gain people attention by creating all the sad stories. She knows best how to makes people think she is the best girl ever in the world. F-ing word!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To be frank, before this I already felt bad. And now, I feel bad again. I couldn't tell this to anyone. I can't tell anyone everything she did, because I know no one will ever believe in me. As I said before, she is good in acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Saya sangat marah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.p.s. Maaf. Saya menulis dalam keadaan marah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6490010090274752222-61170002185088363?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/61170002185088363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=61170002185088363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/61170002185088363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/61170002185088363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/saya-sangat-marah-grrrr.html' title='Saya Sangat Marah! Grrrr...'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sr8FFT-6hUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/oCBmKfS73Hc/s72-c/angry-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7680263566269988000</id><published>2009-09-25T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:27:16.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>Aidilfitri Menjelma Lagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ikhlas daripada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZIATUL AZUA HAJI MOHD NOR&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/6490010090274752222-7680263566269988000?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7680263566269988000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7680263566269988000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7680263566269988000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7680263566269988000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/aidilfitri-menjelma-lagi.html' title='Aidilfitri Menjelma Lagi'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-2968788233688426906</id><published>2009-09-10T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:24:26.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Special Post for Dya!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqjhUk7X0-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/ic_Y4M-u9Co/s1600-h/birthday-cake-with-candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqjhUk7X0-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/ic_Y4M-u9Co/s320/birthday-cake-with-candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379797498520392674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqjhVfLWdAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4D3uzreugPU/s1600-h/1096810xk85ymyg7h.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 45px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqjhVfLWdAI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4D3uzreugPU/s320/1096810xk85ymyg7h.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379797514156667906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;September 10th, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And that means today is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Dya's birthday!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yeaaaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are soooo 23rd now dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;No more crying okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Look forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I will always pray for your happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Thanks for the friendship dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. I always think that dya's birthday on September 9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Haha. Remember film by Pierre Andre? 9 September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Yes. Dya is Pierre's big fan. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6490010090274752222-2968788233688426906?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/2968788233688426906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=2968788233688426906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2968788233688426906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2968788233688426906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/special-post-for-dya.html' title='Special Post for Dya!!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqjhUk7X0-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/ic_Y4M-u9Co/s72-c/birthday-cake-with-candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1034466534650312053</id><published>2009-09-09T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T02:03:09.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Bully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chop!! I just realize that this is going to be my 91 posts..!! I started to involve in this blogging thingy since February 14, 2009. Yes. It is my 8th months here. Haha. Excited. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Seriously I don't have any idea what I'm gonna talk about today. Oh! Okay! Got it! Here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been super busy these days. Working on my 2nd-time re-do case study for Accounting Theory and Practice paper. Earlier we (me and the other 4 members) were working on Transmile Accounting Fraud Scandal. Then happened some conflict between us and one of the group in the same class, which also been working on the same chosen company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some cat-fights, we lose. Then only came another fraud company case study. This time we were analyzing the most recent fraud case involved Satyam Computer Services. My part was the Elaboration of the Case. No big deal for me. But by having looked at the previous job with this group, I rather do some extra work just for the back up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As usual, I always have to be the group's leader, I can say for all the papers I take this semester. Ahh! Never mine about that. I'm getting used to it. Okay, as the leader, it is a must for me to do the editing part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As you guys who been studied before, editing part is the most tiring part ever. You have to deal with some unfavorable situations like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"membabi buta" copy and paste job&lt;/span&gt; - Personally, I really can't stand with this kind of behavior. It is fine with me if they want to do the "copy and paste" thingy. It's normal right? Nahh..Don't bluff. I know everyone had done this before. In fact I did it too. But, just do it professionally. Don't just simply copy and paste and then submit. When copying and pasting, the story line shouldn't be off from the track. And select the best part to copy and then paste it. Plus don't forget to credit the author of the sources. Adoyai..!! takkan nie pon I nak kena ajar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;late submission&lt;/span&gt; - Okay, just let's say the dateline of the assignment is on September 10, 2009. As a good member of the group, we need to submit it to the leader a few days before the dateline. Editing job isn't easy at all. Normally, 2 or 3 days should be so nice for editing. The editor need to thoroughly check on each and every single word. Arranging the contents so it will become more easier for the reader (lecturer) to read and review it. In my case, I always have to face with the last minute submissions. Hisshh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay enough with those two. Get back to my story. As noted earlier, I lead all the group for all the papers taken for this semester. So, frankly saying that I feel stupid now. I feel like I've been bullied by my group members. Yes, I am the super duper senior here. Unfortunately I'm the one who have to do most of the work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I guess people will start to question why I had to be that way? Okay. I'm not a perfectionist, but I love to do 99% perfect job. Whenever I wanna do something, I wish I can do it best. I am really not very-early-to-submit people. I do my job gradually, so that I can enjoy doing it. No rushing. But I will make sure my job done on that particular date. I'll make sure everything is done perfectly just up to reach my standard level of perfect. Only then I can feel easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eh. It is 2 am. I wanna do some finishing touch on my Business Ethics group assignment. See? I'd done editing the assignment 2 days ago. But still I wanna do another double triple what-so-ever checking. Am I a perfectionist? Naaaahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. I haven't sleep since yesterday. Honestly. &lt;/span&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/6490010090274752222-1034466534650312053?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1034466534650312053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1034466534650312053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1034466534650312053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1034466534650312053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/bully.html' title='Bully.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3294747036504369506</id><published>2009-09-05T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:38:24.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Dunia Oh Dunia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My wrist watch showed 7.05 pm. I just placed an order for Bihun Tomyam at Charen Restaurant, somewhere in the small city of Changlun. I went to CMart, one and only shopping mall (should I call it as mall? whatever..) in Changlun, which actually situated opposite the Charen's. My main purpose was to go to Maybank ATM inside the building, to withdraw some money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After withdrawal, I looked at my wrist watch again. It showed 7.11 pm. Okay! Still have some very last minutes time before Maghrib. I made up my mind, I went the 1st floor of the mall. I wanna buy some movies. I can't barely remember when was the very last time I went to cinema. Perhaps with LOVE, back to more than a month ago if I'm not mistaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In order to go to my favorite "pirated-DVD" store at the very end of the corner, I have to walk through some cyber circle stores, which we can find many H/P stores there. As I walked in front of the stores, i stopped by at Nana's cubicle. Nana is my friend, just a normal friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;While having some updates chatting with Nana, I heard some unfavorable conversation from one Malay Pakcik (older that my ABAH from the style) and one Chinese girl (my age I guess).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Malay pakcik : Amoi, bak mai tengok handphone ni. (He was pointed at one of the h/p inside the glass display)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese girl : Boleeeehhh.. Eh! Jam sudah pukul tujuh suku. You talak mau buka puasa meh? (She was looked at her wrist watch while she took the particular h/p from the display)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay pakcik : Takpa eh. Saya bukan puasa pon. Dah kenyang makan nasi mamak tadi. Hahaha. (He laughed. He seems very proud when he said those stupid statements)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Chinese girl : Ha?? You tak puasa? Orang melayu kena puasa kan. Ini bulan puasa kan. Mana boleh makan hari siang. (She talked with a very confuse face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Malay pakcik : Aaahhh. Puasa hari pertama cukup lar moi. Hahahaha......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqGIKR3t6LI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iZG2KSpF0C4/s1600-h/israel-125year-old-man-laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqGIKR3t6LI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iZG2KSpF0C4/s320/israel-125year-old-man-laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377729140234250418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hearing that, I was like...hmmm...BUAT MALU KAUM!!! That time I was "this" close to go and ask that stupid-very rudeMalay pakcik. I really wanna ask him if what is his religion? I wanna ask if he have any kids by his own? And I wanna ask like everything, just everything. GERAM!!! BONGOK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I keep thinking about it myself, what will the Chinese girl be talking about this? How will she perceive Islam? Hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Even my 6 years old nephew knows what is PUASA means. Adoi. Sakit otak I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Don't get me wrong. I've got "cuti istimewa" from God. That's why I don't care about the breakfasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &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/6490010090274752222-3294747036504369506?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3294747036504369506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3294747036504369506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3294747036504369506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3294747036504369506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/dunia-oh-dunia.html' title='Dunia Oh Dunia.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SqGIKR3t6LI/AAAAAAAAAiw/iZG2KSpF0C4/s72-c/israel-125year-old-man-laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1408203867726665428</id><published>2009-09-02T15:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:56:03.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Cut the ties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sp4tEaWpJeI/AAAAAAAAAio/XHCmo2h3mjE/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sp4tEaWpJeI/AAAAAAAAAio/XHCmo2h3mjE/s320/friendship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376784558943970786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"What is a friend? A single soul, dwelling in two bodies" - Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today I would like to talk about FRIENDSHIP. I don't have any strong reason why I should talk about this since I have many good friends here and there. I can always make good friends wherever I might go. In fact i love to be friend with everyone. Friends are can be find in anywhere, at anytime. Friends always come and go. But true friendship seems really hard to be found. Once I found it, I always hope it will last forever. Unfortunately, I think I'd lost it now. In fact, throughout my lifetime, I think I'd lost a lot of special friends. And this is actually keep bothering me recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;True friendship is an amazing thing for me. True friendship happened once I put her in special place in my heart. Then I will be more comfortable being together with her. I can feel the special bond between the two of us. My love towards her will grow stronger day by day. Sometime I even think that she is going to be someone I can share my life story with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;True friendship also means companionship. To keep accompany me throughout my good and bad time. She also did it. I can always laugh like crazy or cry my heart out in front of her. I can always share the secret of my life with her, without feeling ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But now, as time goes on, as we been so far apart, I can feel the love between us seems fading away into the thin air. She can't barely talk to me for an hour anymore, just like we always did before. She seems so cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I keep figuring it out myself, did I ever do anything wrong? Did I am the one who made this thing arose? Did I messed everything up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know. I don't have any idea. All I know is she is now no longer want to be friend with me anymore. The true friendship is gone between us. But maybe I am wrong. Hmm. Who might knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bye all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.s. I am lucky enough that I still have my good old days friends with me now. Yes! You all from SMKGR. You guys will always be my truly friendships forever. I promise. Especially to Dya, Diana, Dzul Nyet, Sepiah etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.p.s. I met with Yasmila last holiday, and I feel so happy. She is my best friend from my National Service session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.p.p.s. Cik Lynndon also. My best buddy from Pahang Matriculation College. So happy to get connected with her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;p.p.p.p.s. My Busuk Jesnita also!!! The best roomate ever. Same goes to Cik Semah, missed her like crazy.&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/6490010090274752222-1408203867726665428?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1408203867726665428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1408203867726665428&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1408203867726665428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1408203867726665428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/cut-ties.html' title='Cut the ties.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sp4tEaWpJeI/AAAAAAAAAio/XHCmo2h3mjE/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5231344716759568829</id><published>2009-09-01T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:40:38.872+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Today is Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today seems to be a nice day. I woke up at 2pm. Having gossips on the phone with MAK for over 40minutes. Then YMing with Cik Dya and Cik Lynn. Rindu mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay stop. No hard feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Today i have to go to laundry. Dah melimpah ruah bakul laundry saya. As usual, pakaian dalaman saya basuh sendiri. Pakaian luaran saya kena outsource. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Then, go to Bazaar Ramadhan at Changlun to buy some foods for breakfasting. One thing for sure is no more NASI for breakfasting. It will ruin my this year Hari Raya Mission - to wear KEBAYA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tonight I wish I can finish all my 5 Chapters Discussion Questions for Strategic Management. Then I wanna have early bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bye all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. Rindu rendang ayam MAK!!! &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/6490010090274752222-5231344716759568829?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5231344716759568829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5231344716759568829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5231344716759568829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5231344716759568829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-is-tuesday.html' title='Today is Tuesday.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5569238911788777908</id><published>2009-08-31T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T04:37:45.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crocs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to Kinta City, Ipoh last time.&lt;br /&gt;With MAK and GEM (my younger brother).&lt;br /&gt;We ended up bought these.&lt;br /&gt;MAK's treat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Fuchsia Mary Jane.&lt;br /&gt;A bit regret about the size.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps next time I should buy W9 instead of W8.&lt;br /&gt;Leave a lil roomy in the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf4r49zqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ISVgMM9UttQ/s1600-h/DSC01829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf4r49zqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ISVgMM9UttQ/s320/DSC01829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855270167432866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Kitty Jibbitz.&lt;br /&gt;The left one is holding ice cream,&lt;br /&gt;while the right one is holding flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf5VrxGHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/i2S4QpjNKHY/s1600-h/DSC01831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf5VrxGHI/AAAAAAAAAiY/i2S4QpjNKHY/s320/DSC01831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855281386362994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D Mermaid Jibbitz.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. She is cute right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf44K8EkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ktwHthpgdNA/s1600-h/DSC01830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf44K8EkI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ktwHthpgdNA/s320/DSC01830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855273464042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is MAK's.&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer the pink color. MAK too.&lt;br /&gt;But size W10 was out of stock.&lt;br /&gt;No choice, MAK can't wear W9. A bit tight.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay which color we bought, as long as it is comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf5mM9D-I/AAAAAAAAAig/d9w39mPD214/s1600-h/DSC01832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf5mM9D-I/AAAAAAAAAig/d9w39mPD214/s320/DSC01832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375855285820526562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;p.s. I want Malindi Leopard. Last time, no stock at the Kinta City Crocs outlet. Frust!&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/6490010090274752222-5569238911788777908?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5569238911788777908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5569238911788777908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5569238911788777908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5569238911788777908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-crocs.html' title='Our Crocs.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sprf4r49zqI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ISVgMM9UttQ/s72-c/DSC01829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8500821227079518621</id><published>2009-08-29T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:12:24.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>I hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SphH5LnS-zI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iYZlmg8R0-I/s1600-h/ALONE.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SphH5LnS-zI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iYZlmg8R0-I/s320/ALONE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375125202962414386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's 4.45am now. The clock keep continue ticking. But I still couldn't even close my eyes. It tooks me couple hours to sleep. Ermm. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am confuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe this feeling. I feel it again, after quite sometime I haven't felt it. The loneliness comes again. Lingering in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 8th Ramadhan. I only had one chance to berbuka puasa with my family, which was for the 1st day of fasting. Then, the 2nd day I had my breakfasting meals with LOVE. Then, started from the 3rd day of fasting until today, I had my breakfasting meal with only me. No one was there. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myra, my new roomate always having it with her friends. I don't want to be too pathetic to ask them if I can join them. My other junior coursemate not at the same college block with me. Who else I have left? No body. No one anymore. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; MAK and ABAH at home. LOVE also at his hometown. Ghul is not here. Lodi is not here. Jojo was gone. Lean also. Semah also is not here. Jesnita also. Hany bany also. Markonah also. I have no one closer anymore.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 3rd day of fasting, which was the first day I have to face all this loneliness, I wasn't felt anything. I ate my meal happily. I finished up my Transmile Case Study while having my breakfasting meal. I didn't feel anything. Zero. I was too busy in order to complete my leftover works.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came up the next day. Around 6.30 pm I was gone to the UUM's Bazaar Ramadhan. Alone again. I bought kuew teow goreng kerang, 3 pieces of karipap and orange juice. Then, when I arrived at my room, I felt empty. Another lonely breakfasting. I was cried my heart out while having my meals. I can't even hold it back. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to have this feeling. I hate to be alone. I hate to feel lonely. I hate to make myself to believe that no one is here with me anymore. I hate all these.&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/6490010090274752222-8500821227079518621?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8500821227079518621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8500821227079518621&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8500821227079518621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8500821227079518621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate.html' title='I hate.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SphH5LnS-zI/AAAAAAAAAh4/iYZlmg8R0-I/s72-c/ALONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3885942312478426560</id><published>2009-08-22T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:24:39.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Kak Ngah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SpOfIT05I2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Mh4Td2N8gtM/s1600-h/P1180112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SpOfIT05I2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Mh4Td2N8gtM/s320/P1180112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373813745493025634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Non-stop eating..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Today I would like to write about my second elder sister. KAK NGAH..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She insisted me to write something about her in my blog. Actually she just noticed that I have my own blog when she started to involve into this mutual life. Haha. Before this she didn't really care about internet. She didn't really get herself to keep updated with the global connection through internet. But now, no longer exist such lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What should I tell about her? Hmmm.. Let's begin with who actually she is. She is my second elders sister after ALONG (my elder sister). She is marrying to a man named Suhaimi, who I normally called ABANG NGAH. Opps!! Now I addressed him as ABANG "SUL". Haha. Only my family knows what does "SUL" means. Jahat I. Okay. They both were gifted by God with one and only daughter. Their daughter is AYA, who is now pursuing her Diploma in Masterskills College. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;KAK NGAH was a teacher before. But now she switched to another field of work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;She is a very beautiful lady very fair skin. She have a dark-choc-hazel eyes color. Menyampah!! I always says that she is very lucky to have all that as a woman. No wonder she still looks pretty even though her body figure changed. Ohhoo..I'm not saying she is fat. Eh!! FAT!! What is that?? Sorry Kak Ngah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;One thing very funny about her. Whenever she laugh to death, or she shy about something, her face skin will turn to red color. I was told by my Chinese girlfriend, within Chinese society, anyone who have a red in color skin is the one who likes and eat a lot pig. By knowing that, we always tease her with the fact. Poor her. Hahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What else about her? Hmmm.. Aha!! She likes to goyang-goyang her legs. We called that as menjahit. She can't even stop herself from doing that habit. I think a lot of people out there also have this kind of habit. But I am not doing that. Sometime maybe. Only when I am in crucial thinking situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Kak Ngah is a isteri mithali to his husband. She is a loyal wife. She is also a good mother to AYA. Just imagine, in my whole life I never had experience to see her scolding her daughter. She is very patient even though she had faced a lot of hard and difficult situations in her life. For her, whatever comes is a challenge from God. All she need to do is be patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I think that is enough for now. I've got something to do. A bundle of assignments are waiting for me. Stop right now!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;p/s: Laparnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-3885942312478426560?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3885942312478426560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3885942312478426560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3885942312478426560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3885942312478426560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/kak-ngah.html' title='Kak Ngah!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SpOfIT05I2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Mh4Td2N8gtM/s72-c/P1180112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-4692336354384764493</id><published>2009-08-22T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:50:51.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>Ramadhan bulan mulia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Menyambut Ramadhan al-Mubarak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat menjalani ibadah puasa diucapkan kepada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;semua Muslimin dan Muslimah di seluruh dunia.&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/6490010090274752222-4692336354384764493?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/4692336354384764493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=4692336354384764493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4692336354384764493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4692336354384764493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadhan-bulan-mulia.html' title='Ramadhan bulan mulia.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3449864854513073330</id><published>2009-08-18T07:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:38:46.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>Tagging Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been a while since my last entry. As usual, I was too occupied with my assignments. Seem don't really have time to update. I just ignore my poor blog, facebook, friendster, emails and so on. Opps!! Not only that. Actually I am not really into the mood of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up real early today. 6.30 am. Good job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's straight forward to the main course. I did some blog walking just now. Make myself keep updated with my friends' blog. I take this game from Hana' Fedora Journal. I think it is quite interesting game to do. This is sort of tagging games. She tagged anyone who read it. So, let's start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. Put your iTunes/Napster/Zune Player/WinAmp/etc on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. Tag 15 or more friends who might enjoy doing this as well as the person you got it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Stranger (Hillary Duff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hahaha..Poor that "someone".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'll Be Your Love (Nicole Schezinger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Opps!! Not to everyone please. So far I'd only said this to LOVE. The one who I really like the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm Grown (Tiffany Evans ft. Bow Wow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes. Agree. To show everyone that I am really grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aint No Other Man (Christina Aguilera)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Huiyoo! See! I am a loyal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pieces Of Me (Ashlee Simpson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hehe. Cool. Well, at least I will stay forever in their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My Baby You (Marc Anthony)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love MAK and ABAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Intuition (Jewel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Harus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Remedy (Jason Mraz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What does this means? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey Ya (Outkast)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think I should keep in touch with them, more often. Arghh!! I am a bad friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No One (Alicia Keys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Woww!! WinAmp is really my best friend. It can listen to my heart. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sexuality (Beyonce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha..Do I? Naaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Beautiful Girl (Sean Kingston)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Serious!! I am not lying. This song came up when I press the next button!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mama (Spice Girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmm..Do I think about his/her mom whenever I see them? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last Night (P. Diddy ft. Keyshia Cole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They might thinking about what time did I off to bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What's Your Flava? (Craig David)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Haha..I can't dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Look At Me (Geri Halliwel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Will anyone dare to do this by that time? Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is It Any Wonder? (Keane)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hehe..I don't have idea what is my real hobby actually. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Real Slim Shady (Eminem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hehe..Slim? Iskh! Tension I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When I Think Of You (Lee Ryan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will turn crazier than ever. Euuuwww!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bring Me To Life (Evanesence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish my life will be forever. Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Sharpest Lives (MCR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pocketful Of Sunshine (Natasha Bedingfield)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Save Me (Remy Zero)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I love it. It show there is someone who always love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I Don't Care (Ricky Martin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Am I? I don't really care about it now. Later maybe. When the right time arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Boys And Girls (Good Charlotte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope.. Let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Take My Breath Away (Berlin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hehe..Cute answer. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fix You (Coldplay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What I've Done? (Linkin Park)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is it actually?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); min-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The Sweet Escape (Gwen Stefani ft. Akon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hahahaha!!! I love this game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: times new roman; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: Lucida Grande; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I would like to tag this to everyone who read this. Try it. Do it now. This is wonderful game!! Promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-3449864854513073330?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3449864854513073330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3449864854513073330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3449864854513073330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3449864854513073330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagging-game.html' title='Tagging Game'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-9085726850040512282</id><published>2009-08-09T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:58:30.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Sudoku Alphabets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am now surfing from one of small cyber cafe situated behind LOVE's office. It is somewhere in Sungai Petani, Kedah actually. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing to do now. So bored even though a lot of assignments are waiting to be done by next week. Hehe. I went to LOVE's office today. I just doing nothing beside having little chat with his staffs. After that I just stayed at LOVE's office room. Doing some SUDOKU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Actually I just learned how to play Sudoku Abjad (Sudoku Alphabets). It was introduced by LOVE. I found this Sudoku Alphabets somewhere is LOVE's luggage. I never have any idea that there are other version of Sudoku, which is using alphabets. Before this I only knew about normal Sudoku, which is using numbers. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During our lunch time, he taught me how to play it. Just imagine, for the first time of playing it, I took almost half an hour to finish one Sudoku Alphabets game. LOVE already finished up his lunch but my first Sudoku game was not. Haha. How slow I am..Hehe..It is normal right, for the first time learner like me. 30 minutes is quiet fast I think. Perasan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, I did my second Sudoku Abjad game. Guess how long did I take to finish it? Haha.. I done the second game for only 15 minutes. Ehem..Ehemmm.. I was sooo impressed by my performance. Hehe. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was really enjoyed playing it. I did my third, fourth, fifth and many more games in LOVE's office room. Now, my bestest record is 9 minutes. Arghh..I want to do it again after finish this entry. I wanna beat LOVE's record, 6 minutes. Eleh..Only 3 minutes different from mine. Tak herannn... I will do my best. I wish I can manage 3 minutes record. Can I? I can do it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. To LOVE, don't show off ek. 6 minutes konon..Nyampah..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-9085726850040512282?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/9085726850040512282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=9085726850040512282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/9085726850040512282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/9085726850040512282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/sudoku-alphabets.html' title='Sudoku Alphabets'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8758125523943030848</id><published>2009-08-06T03:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:32:28.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The only LOVE in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Snn4BuwVFII/AAAAAAAAAhM/N0nyMw179ZY/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Snn4BuwVFII/AAAAAAAAAhM/N0nyMw179ZY/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366593139602953346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I feel no longer lonely to live in here, despite I have no more best friends studying in here. I mean in UUM. Dayah, Yanie, Jojo, Lean, Semah, Markonah, Jesnita, Hany Bany, Ibu and many more friends are now on their way to succeed in their own chosen carrier? Definitely leaving me behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/20.gif" alt="nangih" title="nangih" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For the past few weeks, which fell at the very beginning of this semester, I felt so lonely. I looked all around me, they were all gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Frankly says, I am really down whenever I'd heard or even read their blogs. To know they are all now already made one more steps in their life, which is moving into the world of carrier. But, above all, I feel so happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/25.gif" alt="angel" title="angel" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Enough. That is not really my main purpose to write this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For the fact that LOVE is always around here, to join all the expos or event hosted by UUM, I feel no more lonely. I have him around me. What else will I asked for? Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I love to write about LOVE. Scrolling at my latest entries, I realize that there are limited entries about LOVE. No wonder why he always complaining to me. Some sort like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE: B, I visit your blog just now. Lame tak tengok. Busy sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yer? Hehe.. I wrote about pimples!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE: Takde pon entry pasal I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yer ker? Eh..Ader lar sayang...(Pujuk baiiikkk...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE: Mana ada. I telah dipinggirkan. Hukhuk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Alamak!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To LOVE, here I write about you dear. No forcing. I rather do this with my full heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I don't know how lucky I am to have LOVE in my life. He has been so good to me. Maybe it's not too much if I say, he has been great to me. He will always be the one who will "mengalah" whenever the crucial times arrieved. I know it is not easy for a very-hot-tempered guy like him to be surrended first, and then begging me for forgiveness eventhough most of the times it was me, who actually started the fights. Hehe. Baik kan I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Actually before I met with his family, and become so much closer like we are nowadays, I don't really know that LOVE had that kind of very-hot-tempered behaviour. Okay yes, my cousin, who is actually LOVE's ex-classmate in secondary school had told me several stories or situations to show me that LOVE have that behaviour. But, as I said, I didn't really realized it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Untill the day of meeting with his family. Officially met. It was back to 3 to 4 years back. I had so much chat with his mom, sisters, brothers and even with his nephews and nieces. For the very first time met with them, the little sister of him, Piqah, asked me this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Piqah: Kak Azie, camner ek Kak Azie boleh couple dengan Andak (LOVE)? Yer lar, kitorang semua agak kagum lar dengan Kak Azie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Eh, kenapa lak Piqah tanya camtu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Piqah: Yer lar, Andak tu kan lain sikit. Andak tu pelik tau. Kalau dia dok rumah ni, senyap jer dia. Kitorang adik-adik semua takut dengan dia. Garang tau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yer ker? Iskh..takde lar piqah. Andak tu baik lar. Tak pernah pon garang dengan akak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Piqah: Andak tak garang? Merepek lar Kak Azie nie. Nak tau tak, Abang Chik (LOVE lil bro) tu takut giler dengan Andak. Ateh (LOVE lil sis also) pon tak berani sangat cakap dengan Andak. Piqah nie pon boleh kira berapa kali borak dengan Andak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yer ker? Akak tak pernah sedar pon Andak tue garang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" alt="hah" title="hah" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;After having little conversation with Piqah, I asked about that to his mom. Guess what? His mom said all of that is true. Haha!! Funny. How I didn't realized all of that before? Bad girlfriend huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay, let's move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As some of my friends know, I am a very "cengeng" girl. I have a really sensitive heart. I can simply turn into tears and cry and cry, just like a baby. I hate to watch sad movies. I can't hold back my feeling. I will cry eventhough there are so many people around me. My ADIK always laugh seeing me crying whenever we watch drama on TV. I will even cry when I see other people crying in front of me. Serious! Sensitive terlampau!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Having said that, throughout my relationship with LOVE, it is for sure I'd cried a lot. I will cry eventhough for a simple tiny little thingy. LOVE always said that he is a bad boyfriend. He felt bad whenever he saw me crying. He might even think that he hasn't give enough to make me always smiling. But now, as time flies, and we are in 11th years of being together, seeing me crying is been a very normal thing to him. He will cuddle me, calming me down, giving me a warm hugs, kiss my cheeks, swipe my tears off, make me laugh and that's it! Then I okay lar! He is never fails doing all that to me. He loves me that much, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/8.gif" alt="love" title="love" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sometime I even think, the weakest part of LOVE is seeing me crying. I can assure that because whenever we had a fight, when actually I was the one who started it, and he gets really angry with me, then he raise his voice to me (just a little slightly higher I will say), and then confirm lar I cry at the moment his voice rising. Whenever the first tears drop, he will feel guilty. All the angers before will immediately gone. Dissappered into the thin air. Haha!! Then he will pujuk me again. Lucky me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/65.gif" alt="siul" title="siul" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;LOVE also has a very warm and comfortable body, despite he is very kedings. I love it whenever I feel tired or sleepy. Because I just love it when he put his arms around me, let his chest to be my pillow, playing with my hairs until I sleep. Soooo comfortable. I love it!! All this sort of situations will happened when he asked me to accompany him to watch movies, the boring one, which really not the type of movies I like the most. I will simply fall asleep for the first 15 minutes the movie just started. Membazir tiket jer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What else ek? Actually I have so much other things I love to write in here. But too sleepy. It is 4.54 am now. And I don't even sleep. So, I think I will stop here. I will write more, maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Till next entry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Nite all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;PS. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;PPS. The above picture was taken during our lunch time. He is playing his PSP, and I just snapping here and there while waiting for the foods. That time I kidnapped him from his busyness. Hehe. I was really hungry. So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/69.gif" alt="menari" title="menari" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/30bedkj.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-8758125523943030848?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8758125523943030848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8758125523943030848&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8758125523943030848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8758125523943030848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-love-in-my-life.html' title='The only LOVE in my life.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Snn4BuwVFII/AAAAAAAAAhM/N0nyMw179ZY/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7028391875403167108</id><published>2009-07-30T01:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:47:38.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Pimples Oh pimples.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCYZ268Z8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/YOIuTnpR7O0/s1600-h/pimples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCYZ268Z8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/YOIuTnpR7O0/s320/pimples.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363954726205155266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I hate pimples?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know the exact answer for this question. As far as I concern, many girls hating pimples so much. It is such a red swollen little stranger thing that suddenly appears to ruin they beautiful face. They said it gives them pains. Plus it also bring a new color, which is normally red or maybe for the worst such skin disease, on the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For me, I don't really care about pimples. I don't have this problem. The same situation goes to my other lady-siblings. It is undeniable that sometime me too will have to face this problem. I mean to have pimples on my face. This situation will be happened during menstrual period. I will have one or maybe two cute pimples on my cheeks or forehead. I don't feel that is my major problem. Sometime I might feel happy because those pimples appear on my face. I like to think that I have a cute tiny flower on my face. Silly me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this time is different. I had one big-very red- swelling pimples. It is really hurt especially when I wanna do facial wash. Aiyooo!!! Serious hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;People around me also will notice it. They will definitely questioned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_1: What is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_2: Besarnya jerawat kau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_3: Scary la tengok muka kau ada jerawat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Suka hati aku lar!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE also noticed the different look on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE: B, kenapa besar sangat jerawat BB nie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE: B, mari sini I picit. Geram tengok besar sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Arghh!! Takmau!!! Sakit lar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even MAK also noticed my pimples when she did 3G me last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAK: Eh! Apa tu? Kat pipi tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Jerawat lar mak. Dah 3 4 hari tak pecah lagi. Sakit lak tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAK: Mak tengok bukan macam jerawat sebab besar sangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Bistu macam apa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MAK: Macam bisul jer. Esok pegi klinik!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yes Madam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;People always said, don't play with your pimples. Never squeez your pimples. Let it pecah sendiri. If not you will get the unwanted scar on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, I just cannot bare with the pain having that giant pimples on my face. The only thing I need now is a needle. Then everything will be okay. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Below I put two pictures taken after I had done the needle operation. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCVH_Tp6rI/AAAAAAAAAg0/P7lr0yncrvU/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCVH_Tp6rI/AAAAAAAAAg0/P7lr0yncrvU/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363951120683756210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCVIQWrWqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/RE_eS6iTPBw/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCVIQWrWqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/RE_eS6iTPBw/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363951125259836066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-7028391875403167108?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7028391875403167108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7028391875403167108&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7028391875403167108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7028391875403167108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/07/pimples-oh-pimples.html' title='Pimples Oh pimples.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SnCYZ268Z8I/AAAAAAAAAhE/YOIuTnpR7O0/s72-c/pimples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7515440579006851847</id><published>2009-07-17T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:14:15.984+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Pissed -off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Another story about my new semester. Really forgot to write it in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To be cleared that I am now in my 7th semester for Accounting course. I was extended two semesters due to my sickness. To be specify, I had an accident in year 2006. Which made me to stayed at home because my right hand can't moved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I was attended physiotherapy sessions for almost three to four months in order to make my right hand to be functioned again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay. That is really a very long..long..time ago story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Here a few situations when I entered new class and met with new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Situation 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hye, can I sit here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_1: Yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Saya Azie. Awak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_1: Saya ....&lt;/span&gt; (I don't have any permission to mention her name here). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;While we had a beginning chat, student in front of us passing the attendance list to us. In UUM, we have to sign the attendance list besides punch our student card at the machine near the class front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I signed the attendance list. As usual, my name will be on top. The first name in the list because the list were sorted by matrix number of the students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My batch used to have only five numbers for our matrix number. But all juniors or batches after us having six numbers for their matrix number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_1: Awak semester berape sekarang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: 7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_1: 7? Tapi kenape matrix number awak start angka 7? Kan sekarang semua start 10 dah kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Ooo..Saya memang sem 7. Saya extend 2 sem dulu. Tapi extend tak diambil kira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_1: Maksudnya batch awak semua dah abis? Dah grad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hmmm..Yer. Saya tinggal sorang jer. Semua dah habis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Then, I kept silent. Tension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Situation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I met my old friend somewhere in Faculty of Accountancy. I was walking to the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_2: Eh! Azie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Eh! Haiiii...Lame tak jumpa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_2: Azie tak habis lagi ker? Ingatkan Azie practicum sekarang. Batch Azie kan da habis kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Tak lar. Azie kan extend 2 sem. Nie final sem lar nie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_2: Ooo..Sabar yer Azie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yer..Sabar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Situation 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I don't like people to addressed me as "KAKAK".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_3: Hai. Saye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hai. Saya Azie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_3: Kak Azie sem berapa sekarang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: 7. And jangan panggil saya Kakak. Just Azie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_3: Ala..Tak biasa lar kak. Kak Azie kan senior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Situation 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_4: Hai. Awak sem berapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_4: Eh. Awak baru first time ker amik paper nie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_4: Ingatkan awak repeat paper nie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Excuse me. Saya tak pernah ada sejarah repeat paper yer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friend_4: Tak lar. Nie kan paper sem bawah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Oo..Saya memang plan nak amek paper nie final sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Argh!! Tensionnya jadi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;SUPER DUPER SENIOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-7515440579006851847?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7515440579006851847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7515440579006851847&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7515440579006851847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7515440579006851847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/07/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed -off.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8731915453749174773</id><published>2009-07-17T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:51:50.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>I am left alone in here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;It's been a while since my last entry. I just realized it a few moment ago. I was too occupied with my new semester. A lot of things to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now, I am in the middle of the crowd. I sit alone by myself at the center of Pusat Kegiatan Pelajar, UUM. I have nothing to do. I feel really bored. Waiting at LOVE's booth making me much more bored. Opps, forget to mention that LOVE is here. Yes, here. In UUM. He joins the Expo Keusahawanan organised by UUM management. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;LOVE is currently in books selling's business. Religious books to be specify. Sooo...I am really not comfortable sitting at his booth. I don't do wearing scarf. My hair is blonde colored. I wear tight shirt and skinny jeans. Perhaps, I don't really feel comfortable to sit there and the customers will keep staring at me like I am an alien. Lost alien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So, I grabbed LOVE's lappy then I came here. Haha. Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay, what can I tell in here? I am figuring out while typing. Yes, I am still figuring out. No idea comes to my mind rite now. Effing word!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yes. Okay! I have an idea. Let's talk about my new semester and my new or very new friends. For all my readers, I am now in UUM. Still studying. It's my very final semester in UUM. (I hope no more semesters in this jungle) As being known by most of you, I was extended two semesters due to my sickness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now, my batch and all my friends were gone. They all already finishing their studies in here. In fact they had finished their internship by last month of June. How sad I was when they said they were all free now. I feel really sad knowing that I am the only one left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I keep on saying to myself, don't give up. Only four months left . I can wait for last four and half year, and I am succeed. So, these four months should be nothing to me. Yes. I am strong!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Okay. That's all for now. I want to continue my job. I am actually searching for journals about Strategic Management's assignment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Bye all. Till next entry ya!!&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/6490010090274752222-8731915453749174773?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8731915453749174773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8731915453749174773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8731915453749174773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8731915453749174773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-left-alone-in-here.html' title='I am left alone in here.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8929096974687585219</id><published>2009-07-10T04:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T04:52:41.478+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Please, get a life!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am very mad rite now. Huh! What actually on you guys mind? Seeing a "free hair" girl like me? Okay. I know, "tudung" or scarf is actually a must to a Muslim girls. We all, Islamic girls are supposed or maybe the rite word is COMPULSORY to wear scarf  and cover our "aurat". But, never judge a girl like me, is very social and bad type of girl. I am not like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was bored last few hours. LOVE is sleeping at the moment. I just couldn't make my eyes close and sleep. There's plenty of job to be done before this coming Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was joined one chat room just now. Just to find someone to talk to. Since all my friends list in YM were offline. I just need somebody to talk. To fresh me up. Because I have to settle all these things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. Let's straight to the point. While I joined the chat room, I received some instant messages from several people. More specific, guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_1: Buzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_1: Hye. Busy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_1: Open x?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Open? What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_1: Horny lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Excuse me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_1: Ala..Xkan tak biase kot..Awk nie hot lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_1: Ala..Awk mesti da biase kan..Ala..freehair girl kan sporting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hmmm..Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_2: Abg horny lar yang....mmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Excuse me..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_2: Sayang nie cantik lar..Geram abg tgk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_3: Hye wak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Helo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_3: Buat per wak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Keje..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_3: Keje aper mlm2 nie? Nak join wak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Keje..My study's..Assignment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_3: Kesian wak..Wak pakai baju aper mlm nie wak? Naked yer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_4: Hye syg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Salah org ek?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_4: Mesti best kan dpt main dgn awak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: F**K YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_5: Haiiiiii...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_5: Iiiiiiiii..Ada org x nie? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Chatter_5: Mari lar lyn abg..Abg sorg nie..Abg stim lar syg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Lantak kau lar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then, I ended up signed out from that bloody chat room. WTF!! What you guys expect? Seeing a girl like me? No..No..Please..I am very easy girl okay? I am my own pride. My own dignity. Please respect. That's all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reminder to myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NEVER EVER JOIN ANY CHAT ROOM! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS. It wasn't a good idea to join a chat room in hour like now. Very early in the morning. All the chatters are sick!! Crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-8929096974687585219?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8929096974687585219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8929096974687585219&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8929096974687585219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8929096974687585219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/07/please-get-life.html' title='Please, get a life!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5878810595282402430</id><published>2009-07-07T12:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:08:16.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambling'/><title type='text'>Semangat berkobar-kobar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gain weight? Azie is gaining weight? Arghh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I am. I am gaining so much weight during last semester break. I didn't exercise at all. All I did was just lying on the bed, sleep. Then got up, eat some food. Nope, actually a lot of foods. Then, watching television. Listening to radio. Sorts of things. Huh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sick hearing people says, "Azie..Kenapa besar sangat nie.", "Azie..Tak percayanya Azie gemok cenggini. Dulu kecik jer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made up my mind. Azie, You need to get back your old-former body figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And for the solution, or the first thing on the list for me in order to realize my dream to get back all those my "zaman kegemilangan" is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;START TO WORK OUT AGAIN! GO TO GYM EVERYDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlLTNDtkldI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-1pogOhrZYs/s1600-h/12.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlLTNDtkldI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-1pogOhrZYs/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355575128185148882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlYhXLF6yxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/srLvPI4qnu8/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlYhXLF6yxI/AAAAAAAAAgc/srLvPI4qnu8/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356505488802106130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks, LOVE. For helping me choosing this shoes. I just love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS. I started my mission with treadmill for over 30 minutes non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS. Someone "cabar" me?? Another Guess handbag. Haha. Wait and see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPPS. I have to pretend like &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"MAKAN ITU TIDAK INDAH"&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/6490010090274752222-5878810595282402430?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5878810595282402430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5878810595282402430&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5878810595282402430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5878810595282402430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/07/semangat-berkobar-kobar.html' title='Semangat berkobar-kobar.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlLTNDtkldI/AAAAAAAAAgM/-1pogOhrZYs/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-4859021028626124879</id><published>2009-07-06T13:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:39:49.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>July 6th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlGNyxu2suI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lvYSA9STMQU/s1600-h/sspk_39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlGNyxu2suI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lvYSA9STMQU/s320/sspk_39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355217335403066082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is the day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;May God bless you throughout the year. &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/6490010090274752222-4859021028626124879?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/4859021028626124879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=4859021028626124879&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4859021028626124879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4859021028626124879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-6th.html' title='July 6th.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SlGNyxu2suI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lvYSA9STMQU/s72-c/sspk_39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-9000830569616928122</id><published>2009-06-29T11:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:00:45.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>The quick post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have not been in a good condition these few days. And my brain seems stopped functioning. I just cannot think any topic to be talk in here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be inform that we, my former batch back to SMKGR's years will be having our "Slumber BBQ Party" at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sashas-22nd-birthday-celebration.html"&gt;Sasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'s place. This coming Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few internal conflicts arose but we managed to settle everything. No worries. No tears. No fights. No tensions. No depressions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just cannot wait for it. But, a lot of preparations must be done before the party. Huhu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS. I'm afraid if some friends will get heart attack by seeing my "new" fatty body. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PPS. What else can I sponsor? Spaghetti confirm. Else? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-9000830569616928122?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/9000830569616928122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=9000830569616928122&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/9000830569616928122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/9000830569616928122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-post.html' title='The quick post.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3784889595488148767</id><published>2009-06-24T18:59:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:50:10.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Loneliness? Depression? Stressful? Dissapointed? I am OKAY..!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SkJKiFxQE-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/XMQHKkng0GU/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SkJKiFxQE-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/XMQHKkng0GU/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350921256794330082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Everyone in this huge world will experience the feeling of loneliness. In fact everyone will struggling to avoid that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" class="blog-entry" &gt;Loneliness is always be a very hurtful feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Sometime I will never can manage to avoid the feeling of being lonely. Even though laughter is everywhere. Even though I was surrounded with the most wonderful people in the world. Somehow, the feeling of loneliness will keep coming to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It really hurts to be lonely. It always be the greatest need to be in loving relationship. I will feel very lonely when I don't feel the connection between me and the person I love and care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;At the end of the day I will feel so stressed. I will feel so depressed. The feeling of depression will come to be friend with the feeling with loneliness.As usual, people who are lonely are usually depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Whenever I feel lonely, I will definitely will feel like crying. Sometimes I wish someone could hold me. Give me the most warmth hug in the world. Sometime I feel like screaming so loud. With hope that the feeling of loneliness will go away from me. And with the hope that the desire of being held and admired by someone will vanish. Sometime I will like to spend the entire day in the empty room. Just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I will never give up to pray to the Divine that He will grant me a strength to face all this hurtful feelings. And maybe He will generously give me some courage to tell myself that I must get used with that feeling of loneliness. Freak! I don't want to get used to it. But the pain of being alone, is very difficult for me to bare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/S: It is really sad and pathetic when you are actually hoping someone to give you a ring but he never do that. The more you are hoping, the more you get disappointed. So, give up hoping. Just let it be. Live your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/P/S: My dear bloggers, please be noted that I am not sad. I am just disappointing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/P/P/S: I still know how to smile. Hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/1.gif" alt="senyum" title="senyum" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/20sjfow.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-3784889595488148767?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3784889595488148767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3784889595488148767&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3784889595488148767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3784889595488148767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/loneliness-depression-stressful.html' title='Loneliness? Depression? Stressful? Dissapointed? I am OKAY..!!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SkJKiFxQE-I/AAAAAAAAAf0/XMQHKkng0GU/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8532493151031745710</id><published>2009-06-23T00:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T02:25:32.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>Sesi mengulangkaji matapelajaran Bahasa Malaysia. Dari Jia.</title><content type='html'>Tugasan tag kali ini datangnya daripada &lt;a href="http://jia-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Puan Aziha&lt;/a&gt;. Seorang teman baru saya melalui teknologi canggih yang dikenali sebagai internet ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya telah diamanahkan untuk menjawab tugasan tag ini dengan menggunakan bahasa ibunda kite, iaitu Bahasa Malaysia yang tercinta. Disebabkan peraturan untuk menjawab tag ini ialah menjawab dengan Bahasa Malaysia, maka secara tidak langsung saya juga turut menjalani sesi ulangkaji matapelajaran Bahasa Malaysia. &lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/71.gif" alt="heehee" title="heehee" width="auto" height="auto" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Selamat menjawab soalan dalam Bahasa Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bekas kekasih saya adalah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merupakan seorang anak sulung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya sedang mendengar : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bunyi ayam berkokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mungkin saya patut: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Betulkan kembali aturan masa tidur saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya suka : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Menjerit. MAK selalu berkata "tak manis anak dara menjerit-jerit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sahabat-sahabat baik saya : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Semua sayangkan saya. Kerana saya sayangkan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya tak paham : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenapa cinta memberi saya merasai kesakitan. Padahal cinta itu adalah indah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya kehilangan : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kata-kata jika berdepan dengan seseorang yang pendiam. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramai yang berkata :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Saya sudah gemuk!! Cesss!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makna nama saya : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seorang yang cantik agaknya. Haha! Perasan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cinta itu adalah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidak menentu. Kadang kala membuat saya bahagia seperti di awang-awangan. Kadang kala menyakitkan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Di suatu tempat, seseorang sedang : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya akan cuba : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Untuk tidak menyentuh nasi esok. Saya mesti memulakan kembali program diet sebelum semester baru akan bermula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayat SELAMANYA membawa maksud : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sehingga nafas yang terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telefon bimbit saya : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senyap sahaja hari ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bila saya terjaga dari tidur : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perkara pertama yang akan saya lakukan ialah mencari telefon bimbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya paling meluat apabila : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orang memandang sinis terhadap saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pesta/Parti adalah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Menggembirakan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haiwan yang paling comel yang saya pernah temui ialah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya tidak mempunyai idea kerana saya tidak suka haiwan. Maaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peringkat umur yang paling menyeronokkan bagi saya ialah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Zaman anak kecil saya. Kerana tidak ada masalah yang merunsingkan kepala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hari ini :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sangat panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Malam ini saya akan : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Esok pula saya akan : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tidur. Sehingga tengahari. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya betul-betul inginkan : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kedamaian jiwa kerana jiwa saya kacau sejak kebelakangan ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ketika anda lihat wajah anda di hadapan cermin pagi ini : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya tidak lihat muka saya pada waktu pagi kerana saya bangun paling awal pukul12 tengahari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pusat membeli-belah atau arked permainan : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pusat membeli-belah. Suka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makanan Barat atau Jepun : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makanan Barat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bilik yang terang atau gelap: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gelap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makanan segera adalah : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makanan yang dimasak secara segera. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ayat terakhir yang anda katakan pada seseorang? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apakah perasaan anda sekarang?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Runsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya nak makan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laksa. Tadi seseorang memberitahu bahawa dia membeli sebungkus laksa di pasar malam. Sedap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya tak suka? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bangun pagi. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impian saya? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Menjadi anak yang baik dan mampu membuat MAK dan ABAH gembira sepanjang hayat mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haiwan yang saya tak suka? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kesemua jenis haiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya harapkan? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hujan akan turun pada malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jika boleh putarkan masa? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya nak betulkan apa-apa kesalahan yang telah saya lakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya pada 10 tahun akan datang? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sudah mempunyai sebuah keluarga yang terdiri daripada seorang suami dan 3 orang anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Handphone saya adalah sebuah? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barang yang sangat penting dan wajib ada di sisi saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saya pernah bercinta sebanyak? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sekali. Cinta monyet? Sekali juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Kawan-kawan saya? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terdiri daripada pelbagai bangsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pernah dikhianati? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apa yang hendak anda lakukan terhadap orang yang mengkhianati anda? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya hanya berserah kepada Allah S.W.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siapa yang anda nak Tag? &lt;a href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dzul Nyet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://opiyaonel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sopiah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://honeyz86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hany Bany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ratukeparat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lean&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://marah-marahsayang-myself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hazali&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt; (Walaupun Jia sudah menge"tag" beliau) dan &lt;a href="http://hanafedora.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hana Fedora&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-8532493151031745710?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8532493151031745710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8532493151031745710&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8532493151031745710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8532493151031745710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sesi-mengulangkaji-matapelajaran-bahasa.html' title='Sesi mengulangkaji matapelajaran Bahasa Malaysia. Dari Jia.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-2665093901979769493</id><published>2009-06-21T01:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T02:21:26.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>Someone is upset with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sj0jby_2X0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/KkVJZydExqw/s1600-h/you-re-not-alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sj0jby_2X0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/KkVJZydExqw/s320/you-re-not-alone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349470892839034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am a dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am too far from being perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Above all, I am totally a mess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I am truly, deeply sorry.&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/6490010090274752222-2665093901979769493?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/2665093901979769493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=2665093901979769493&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2665093901979769493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2665093901979769493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-is-upset-with-me-now.html' title='Someone is upset with me.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sj0jby_2X0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/KkVJZydExqw/s72-c/you-re-not-alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-2883495125522490250</id><published>2009-06-19T22:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:40:33.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tension'/><title type='text'>Mari mewarna rambut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was planned to color my hair. Due to my hair that grew longer and longer day by day. The color seemed faded away. My previous hair color was Natural Blonde by Revlon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, last Monday, I bought this color. Actually I wanted to buy the same color like the previous one. But I changed my mind. So, I bought this color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq72pcDsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/giI1-Rncnmc/s1600-h/189372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq72pcDsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/giI1-Rncnmc/s320/189372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349056927690919618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bright Auburn by Revlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As usual, I don't really like to do hair coloring at Saloon. I think I can do it at home by myself. Just buy the color then do it at home. At the same time I can save my hair coloring budget. Haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, that Monday's night, very late at night actually, I did the coloring alone. I left it on my hair around only 40minutes because I felt like sleepy. Really sleepy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I washed my hair. Then as a result, the color seems didn't work at all. Hmmm..Padan muka I!! Tak sabar lagi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today, I woke up late. As usual. After took bath, I borrowed ABAH's car. I went to Guardian to buy the color for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..No stock for Bright Auburn color. Frust!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I made up my mind. Okay! Let's go for this color!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7HpsvOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dtiqJljm_es/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7HpsvOI/AAAAAAAAAe8/dtiqJljm_es/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349056915075546338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strawberry Blonde by Revlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my hair color before I re-colored it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7XwnvAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/q9b04K3ehqw/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7XwnvAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/q9b04K3ehqw/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349056919399545858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEMOK (my younger bro) gave an extra hand for me to re-color my hair. He did the spreading the colors on all over my hair. Thanks GEM!! Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7cpzOoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E3gxkmcTkuU/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7cpzOoI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E3gxkmcTkuU/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349056920713116290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7q-8oaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J7_2urhS4yk/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq7q-8oaI/AAAAAAAAAfU/J7_2urhS4yk/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349056924559909282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people. The same question keeps hitting me now. The color just like my previous hair color!!! Arghh!! Tension!! Nak color macam kat kotak tue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/33ark3p.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: Maybe self-coloring at home just not a good idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/P/S: ABAH!! Nak duit! Nak g Saloon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/P/P/S: Ker ader saper2 nak sponsor I? Haha!! Kidding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/36.gif" alt="celebrate" title="celebrate" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-2883495125522490250?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/2883495125522490250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=2883495125522490250&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2883495125522490250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2883495125522490250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/mari-mewarna-rambut.html' title='Mari mewarna rambut.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjuq72pcDsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/giI1-Rncnmc/s72-c/189372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3624455064602379584</id><published>2009-06-19T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:18:21.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Update!! Credit to Dya.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjp1op2URNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OnWTBxcYq4c/s1600-h/try2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjp1op2URNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OnWTBxcYq4c/s320/try2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348716848744776914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpoVPuVYyI/AAAAAAAAAes/8nTuOiegmto/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpoVPuVYyI/AAAAAAAAAes/8nTuOiegmto/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348702221663298338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before corrected by &lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com"&gt;Dya.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Thanks a lot dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/16ixhn5.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-3624455064602379584?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3624455064602379584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3624455064602379584&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3624455064602379584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3624455064602379584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/credit-to-dya.html' title='Update!! Credit to Dya.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sjp1op2URNI/AAAAAAAAAe0/OnWTBxcYq4c/s72-c/try2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-4040854206121250049</id><published>2009-06-18T21:17:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:35:00.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>It was only 3 hours left. But I already missed her now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sms from ADIK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Sis, pinjam kete kau jumaat sampai ahad. Aku nak g Penang. Kawan aku kawen. Plzzzz.."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texted me around 8.30am yesterday. As usual, that was my sleeping time. Never disturbing me until the clock strikes 12noon. Hehe. So, I didn't respond her at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Around 7.00pm yesterday. ABAH just got back from golfing. He received a call from ADIK. Abah said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Nak pergi Penang dengan saper? Tido maner? Naik aper pergi? Eh...Abah taktau dik. Adik tanye lar die sendiri."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, house's phone rang.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK: Hello. Kenapa dik? Ntah lar..Adik dah tanye kat die ker? Die takde pulak cakap aper2 kat mak. Adik call jer lar die. Die ader dalam bilik main g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ames."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a seconds after MAK hung up.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My handphone rang. T-shirt ringtone. Hehe. ADIK's name was appeared on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Hello.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Jie. Nak pinjam BEN kejap. 2 hari jer. Boleh lar. Plzzz...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Ahhh..Kalo kau pakai BEN, aku nak pakai aper?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Alaaa...boleh lar. Aku taktau AA (my big bro) pinjam kete aku. Boleh lar. Aku takde transport nie nak pegi nie. Plzz..Boleh lar. Kejap jer pon.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Boleh, tapi ader 1 syarat. Hehehe..(I gigled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Syarat aper pulak kau nie. Hhhiisshh...Aper?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Aku nak ikut!! Bagi aku yg drive sebab aku tak percaya kau nak drive jauh2 tue.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Maner boleh!! Kau bukan ngam pon ng kawan2 aku. Bukan aku yg drive. Wan Korea yang drive nanti. Boleh lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Aku bgtau Kaduk!! Kau curang!! Hehe..Aku nak ikut jugak!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Alaaaa...Ramai lar pegi. Iskh die nie!! Kedekut betol!! Cepat lar!! Kredit aku nak abis nie..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Lantak lar!! Tak boleh!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Alaaaa...plzzzz...Aku nak pinjam kejap jer. Boleh lar. Kau da biase sgt pegi Penang. Kau takyah lar ikut. Boleh lar. Esok aku nak balik umah amek BEN. Boleh lar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ME: Yer lar!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6.00pm today, ADIK arrived home together with MON (Her girlfriend). To take my BEN away for 3days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Japgi jangan lupa singgah kedai sparepart kat Bidor tue. Tukar minyak hitam. Tukar bulp lampu depan. Lampu rendah and lampu tinggi. Paham??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ADIK: Banyaknya!!! Yer lar..Iskh..Abis duit aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ME: Bukan duit kau pon!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..We both always keep quarrel for small tiny thingy. Just for fun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;While I read my P/S I love You at the living room, ADIK shouted from my room.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Jie!!! Maner baju purple kau tue? Aku takde baju nak g rumah org kawen nnt.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Semua barang aku kau nak pinjam??&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Ala. Boleh lar Kak Azie... Baju kau semua cantek2. Aku takde baju kurung cantek.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ME: Ader dalam almari baju kurung aku lar. Baju yang maner 1 kau nak "Hantu gigi"? (I always addressed her as Hantu Gigi due to her biggy teeth. Hehe)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADIK: Yang jarang tue. Yang dengan kain songket tue.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Semua ader dalam almari. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ADIK: Heee..Dah jumpa. Nak pinjam 2 pasang. Yang songket purple dengan songket pink tau. Aku taktau nak pakai maner satu lagi.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I was like..hmmm..nasib baik ader sorang jer adik perempuan...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a few advices from MAK and ABAH, ADIK with MON left with my BEN.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I feel really missed my BEN. She must be missing me too. Can't wait this coming Sunday to see her again. Please arrive home safely BEN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpcL3fJAlI/AAAAAAAAAec/JVvMWrrFj_U/s1600-h/5.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpcL3fJAlI/AAAAAAAAAec/JVvMWrrFj_U/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348688866398765650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpcLmt2roI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KV4m4zvw-og/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpcLmt2roI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KV4m4zvw-og/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348688861897076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/S: Like I cannot live without her. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/P/S: Patah kaki I!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-4040854206121250049?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/4040854206121250049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=4040854206121250049&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4040854206121250049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4040854206121250049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sms-from-adik-sis-pinjam-kete-kau.html' title='It was only 3 hours left. But I already missed her now.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjpcL3fJAlI/AAAAAAAAAec/JVvMWrrFj_U/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6177168052178931453</id><published>2009-06-17T23:38:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:24:36.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Attention to Dya and Dzul Nyet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjkhnDIiViI/AAAAAAAAAeM/It6NegmFBs8/s1600-h/love-you-shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjkhnDIiViI/AAAAAAAAAeM/It6NegmFBs8/s320/love-you-shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348342987218900514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I just came across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dya's&lt;/span&gt; blog. She update her blog with current post related to a love matter. It was about a girl named Katie who suffered from terminal cancer. Also her dear fiance, Nick, who always be by her side and never stop giving her full supports until Katie's last breath, which was happened on the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; days she officially became Nick's. It was such true endless love story. The story was really touch my heart. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having heard that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dya&lt;/span&gt; actually not in a good mood these few days. My dear, I know you are now in a situation where you really need to gather all your strength to face the true facts. Never mine dear, I just want to noted you that I will always here if in any case you might a good listener. Or maybe you need a shoulder to cry on. I will always be here, dear. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I would like to talk about the main point for me to write this. Actually I want to dedicate this entry to two of my good old days friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dzul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nyet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this love story had been in my storage for an ages. I don't really remember where did I found this. Might be from an email. It was about a love story between two best friends, Daniel and Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their love story.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and Jasmine are sitting alone in the park one night.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I think so. All my friends have boyfriends and we are only the two persons left in this world without any special person in our life.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Yes, I just don't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: I know!! We'll play a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Daniel: What game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days and you'll be my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: That's a great plan. In fact I don't have nothing to do much these following weeks.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They watched their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; movie and they both touched in a romantic film.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach and have a picnic. Daniel and Jasmine have their quality time together.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they ride on a Horror House. Jasmine was scared and she touched Daniel's hand but actually she was touched someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; hand. They both laughed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said, "My darling, please don't waste the time of your life. Spend the rest of your time together happily." Then tears flow out the teller's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor. Jasmine mumbled something.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;They sat on the bus and because of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;bumpy&lt;/span&gt; road, Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.37pm - &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine and Daniel sat in the park where they first decided to play this game.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine. Do you want any drinks? I'll go and buy you one. I'll just go down the road.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Apple juice. That's all.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel: Wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes later - &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger approached Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: Why? Yes. What happened?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;reckless&lt;/span&gt; drunken driver ran over Daniel and he is critical in the hospital now.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.57pm -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice along with a letter to Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: We found this letter in Daniel's pocket.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine read the letter and it says:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jasmine, this past few days, I realized that you are a really cute girl and I am really falling love for you. Your cherish smile, your everything when we played this game. Before this game would end, I would like you to be my real girlfriend for the rest of my life. I love you, Jasmine."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine crumpled the letter and shouted:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daniel!! I don't want you to die. I love you. Remember that night when we saw a meteor? I was mumbled something. I wish that we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don't leave me, Daniel. I love you! You cannot do this to me!!"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's heart stop pumping.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Here some of my conclusions throughout reading this love story.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DYA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, just hang in there. Don't ever give a s**t to what was happened to you. Just accept the real facts. Somehow it may be brings a good fortune for you. Maybe someone around you is always loves you, silently. Someone that you don't even expect that he might be the one that was created by the Divine to be with you. To be your better half. Maybe it is good for you to just sit back and relax and never hoping for someone to come. Let the love comes to you. Never chasing it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DZUL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;NYET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nyet&lt;/span&gt;, please don't hide your feelings. Give it a shot. Then she will know you are a grown man. Just be gentleman. Don't hold your feelings back to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt;. Show her how much you are dying to have her back. Show her the love, before it is too late. After all, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dya&lt;/span&gt; and me know best that you are still in loved with her. Be brave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Nyet&lt;/span&gt;. Never wait until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Who might knows that actually she has the same feelings towards you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ALL OF YOU out there.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved one. Show them how you feel for them, before it is to late. You will never know when they will gone from your embrace. Say that you loves them. Today is the day. Never wait until tomorrow. Love them while they are still here.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And bear in mind, if nobody in the world to love you, then I will always be the one who will generously give my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Not forget TO LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Sayang. It grew bigger and bigger each day. You better know that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is such the greatest thing given by the Divine. Thankful that I ever have a chance to feel it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Alhamdullilah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;P/S: I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6177168052178931453?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6177168052178931453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6177168052178931453&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6177168052178931453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6177168052178931453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/attention-to-dya-and-dzul-nyet.html' title='Attention to Dya and Dzul Nyet!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjkhnDIiViI/AAAAAAAAAeM/It6NegmFBs8/s72-c/love-you-shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6477067768366009461</id><published>2009-06-17T00:21:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:09:51.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><title type='text'>Makan dalam NYIRU..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I am not feeling well for these few days. Today, I feel better or maybe good is the right word. And the most important is my appetite is back!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked MAK to go out for dinner. In my mind was a "laksa" Kg.Petaling, Bidor. Unfortunately the stall close today. Adoyai!! Frust!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second choice for dinner was "Nasi Lemak Kukus" near by basketball court somewhere in Bidor. Tutup jugak!! Adoyai!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAK suggested a restaurant called "Nasi Ayam Herbal". Actually, I had tried the "bihun sup", and it was a delicious one. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, MAK and I went to the restaurant. And these were our choices. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjfQUNsasFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_ccWmhlGx7Y/s1600-h/1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjfQUNsasFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_ccWmhlGx7Y/s320/1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972128217673810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nasi Lemak Biasa" for MAK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjfQUQKXwcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/cUZ3oIQjfiM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjfQUQKXwcI/AAAAAAAAAd8/cUZ3oIQjfiM/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347972128880181698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Nasi Timbal with Ayam Goreng" for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this restaurant special is their alternative of using "Nyiru" instead of plate. I think I should do that at home. Good for a lazy bum like me. No need to wash the dishes after all. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say about my meal? It is a must-try food. Delicious. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now. PEROT SAYA RASA SANGAT KETAT!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: "Nyiru" also be recognized as "Tampi". Normally it was made from rattan. Being used in winnowing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Nyet sudah pulang!! Tidur guna kelambu &lt;a href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nyet&lt;/a&gt;!! Kau tue friendly sgt dgn nyamuk Malaria..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S/S: Credit to &lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt; for teaching me how to use watermark. Thanks dear. Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6477067768366009461?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6477067768366009461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6477067768366009461&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6477067768366009461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6477067768366009461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/makan-dalam-nyiru.html' title='Makan dalam NYIRU..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjfQUNsasFI/AAAAAAAAAd0/_ccWmhlGx7Y/s72-c/1+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6791639030554655528</id><published>2009-06-15T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:01:58.713+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>Tag from Eda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;1. Who tag you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eda, mama Aina Dora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Do you like tags?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes, I guess. To fulfill my free time. Also to keep updated when actually I have nothing in my mind to write in the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. If you can have a dream to come true,what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To become the most happiest person in the world. Also to be the best daughter to my MAK and ABAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. What is your current mood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored. Cannot sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What will u do if your crush said he/she adores u to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excited!! I'll give him a big hug and a warmth kiss.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Will you fall in love with your bestfriend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nope!! Eventhough sometimes people said that bestfriend will be the best partner for you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Which will you prefer,loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both of course!!! Adoyai!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What is your favourite food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomyam? Sluurrrpp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. If the person you dislike is right in front of you,what &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will just ignore him/her. Gonna vomit on his/her face.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What do you pray each day for your loved ones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness, great health etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 years in the future? I'll be 33. Wow!! Quite a number. That time I wish I already have my own family. Live my life well with my hubby and the kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What is the reason that could make you tensed up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love and life matters. Sometime study could be the reason too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tag u is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple, gile2, happy go lucky, outspoken, etc. Maybe, I guess. Because we are haven't meet in real life. Just through internet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Would you rather be a single and rich or married but poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Single? Crazy!!, Rich? Yes!!, Married? I want!!, Poor? I hope not!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Would you sacrifice for your loved ones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course I will. The reasonable one please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What's the character must have in your partner?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caring, love me more than I do, kind-hearted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously,who would you like to pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iskh!! Don't have answer for this. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that someone has done?forget?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can forgive. I'll try my best to forget. The scar will still be there somehow, rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both. But in different situations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. What is your embarrassing moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It were moments actually. I won't mention those in here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Who are the 5 person that you would like to tag?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dzul Nyet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://feyzalicious.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://syeryteha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://jia-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/6490010090274752222-6791639030554655528?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6791639030554655528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6791639030554655528&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6791639030554655528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6791639030554655528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-from-eda.html' title='Tag from Eda.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-420941123718217042</id><published>2009-06-14T22:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:08:50.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Coins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;These 2 weeks just made me tired. Really tired I guess. Exhausted? Yes, that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not enough rest. I slept less than 5 hours per day. My body seems can't take it anymore. As a result, now I had a fever. Very bad one. I can't really get up from bed. Just lying down. I think back massage will be the best idea. My back is so aching.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps!! I didn't come to the main point of writing this post. Okay. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't have a job to do in the room. I took all my coins in the red box. Counting all of it. Actually my main purpose is to search for coins which had been produced in year 1983 (LOVE's birth year) and 1986 (my birth year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0dezwjI/AAAAAAAAAds/lxAsX09387A/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0dezwjI/AAAAAAAAAds/lxAsX09387A/s320/DSC01571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205223095190066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I keep all my coins in this red box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0MhnHhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uzLiVXlMnIw/s1600-h/DSC01567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0MhnHhI/AAAAAAAAAdc/uzLiVXlMnIw/s320/DSC01567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205218543541778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0fCLBVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/E0cpP_HdvRQ/s1600-h/DSC01568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0fCLBVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/E0cpP_HdvRQ/s320/DSC01568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347205223511950674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have RM100++ of coins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And guess what? I don't get any coin of 1986!! For 1983, I only got 2 pieces of 10cent coins. I told LOVE about that. And guess what LOVE replied? He didn't find the 1986's too. Adoyai!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confusing rite now. No coins never been produced in 1986?? Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/bhez2u.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-420941123718217042?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/420941123718217042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=420941123718217042&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/420941123718217042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/420941123718217042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/coins.html' title='Coins'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjUW0dezwjI/AAAAAAAAAds/lxAsX09387A/s72-c/DSC01571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1721759962222242837</id><published>2009-06-13T19:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T19:57:09.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Dear..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjORoKbHlEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4gY-ZzcyhOc/s1600-h/DSC01566.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjORoKbHlEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4gY-ZzcyhOc/s320/DSC01566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346777301797803074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I really enjoy reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho is such a great author in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/vp8f28.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-1721759962222242837?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1721759962222242837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1721759962222242837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1721759962222242837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1721759962222242837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/dear-you.html' title='Dear..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjORoKbHlEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/4gY-ZzcyhOc/s72-c/DSC01566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6780832228359292343</id><published>2009-06-11T22:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:11:16.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Poor Nyet..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nothing much to be talk.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up a bit early compared to the other days before. With the main purpose to go to visit a friend, &lt;a href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dzul Nyet&lt;/a&gt;. He was admitted to Hospital Slim River. Due to his worst fever since last Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I entered the Ward 5, I looked at the name list of the patient in front of the Ward 5. There was one M. Dzulhelmi Bin M. Khadri, if I'm not mistaken. I got confused. Nyet's father is M.Sukri. Is he the same Dzulhelmi or just another person with the same name as Nyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I just walked through the partition's of the ward. Then I saw Nyet lying down very weak on the bed. Poor him. I can even noticed the difference on the body figure. I just think that Nyet looked a bit slim as compared to the other day, when we went out on Sasha's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp3jvzPfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hax4GaQ5-IU/s1600-h/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp3jvzPfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hax4GaQ5-IU/s320/DSC01548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100267130764786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;He is camera shy. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;On the chair next to the bed was Nyet's mom. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nyet is suspected dengue. Poor him. His mom said, Nyet couldn't even eat the lunch meal. Nyet just having some fruits. He said he feels "loya". He cannot take any foods after all. He will surely vomitting all of it some more. He said that he already lost 10kgs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;for only 5 days. Somehow I think that would be a good alternative to lose my overweight. Haha. No! No! Please. Just kidding. "Simpang malaikat 44".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour "borak" with Nyet, then came up a friend of him, Faiz. Which is also my good friend's beloved.Haha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;As being a good friend, |I had took several photos of Faiz for my good friend. I just candid all those without permission from Faiz of course. Baik kan I? Just for you, sayang. She did thanked me for all the photos. And of course she is very happy to have the current photos of Faiz.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp30HO1HI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-qHDgVtC2bE/s1600-h/DSC01552.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp30HO1HI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-qHDgVtC2bE/s320/DSC01552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100271524009074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At the back is Faiz. My good friend's beloved one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I think that's enough for Nyet's update. Get well very soon Nyet!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I bought a chocolate moist cake and some fruits for Nyet. I hope Nyet like those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp3sBMLAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4Xl7swTaLRE/s1600-h/DSC01541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp3sBMLAI/AAAAAAAAAcs/4Xl7swTaLRE/s320/DSC01541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100269351185410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6780832228359292343?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6780832228359292343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6780832228359292343&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6780832228359292343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6780832228359292343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/poor-nyet.html' title='Poor Nyet..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SjEp3jvzPfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/hax4GaQ5-IU/s72-c/DSC01548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5198654969919700213</id><published>2009-06-11T00:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T02:58:05.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>An unintended post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si_9CzFQDvI/AAAAAAAAAck/CVynhCfKpao/s1600-h/bored_frustrated_pink-41.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si_9CzFQDvI/AAAAAAAAAck/CVynhCfKpao/s320/bored_frustrated_pink-41.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345769507225865970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Good day all. I am actually have zero idea in my mind right now. I just have nothing to be talk and share today. I had been in a hectic weeks. I slept only for three to five hours a day. I am totally exhausted. But still I cannot fall asleep. Just yet.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am figuring out, what am I gonna do? It is a hell bored staying alone at late night. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I just have nothing to do. All I can do is blogging. Surfing for some interesting websites. Watching television? Not interested anymore. Astro just repeat the same programs. I am just too sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think I wanna talk about the intended purpose of blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember when did I start to think that I should have one blog of mine which will be totally manage by me. A very long time ago, I already created one blog. Just for the start. But, that time I have no idea at all of what should I write on my blog. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Then, on February 14th this year, I created this blog which turned to be my official blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning stage of blogging, I have no follower at all. But, &lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt;, my ex-schoolmate, gave me an endless supports to blog. She never forget to keep commenting each of my entry post. I have to admit that she really did inspired me in blogging. Thanks a lot Sayang!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main purpose for me in blogging is to improve my English writing skills. I realized that I am very weak in English. In fact I made a lot of grammatical errors in all my previous entries. But I just keep bear in mind, no one will ever judge me on my writing. Well, this is my own blog after all. Freak! This is not an English class. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I just wrote about myself. What did I do everyday? What was happened to me that particular day? I can say that at first blogging for me was just like writing a journal or diary that I made it to be available to the public. It was just the stories of one side of me that I have decided to share with anyone who might be interested to read it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that I blog because to voice my heart out. Which actually I have no one to share what I feel with. I have guts feeling that someone out there would be listening somehow. Sometimes, I just cannot talk to anyone about my feelings for some good reason. So, I just hold it back. But, thankful to the Divine, after I started my blog, I feel much more relief knowing that I have one better medium for me to voice out my feelings. Happiness, sadness, stress, depression or any other feelings. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I wrote a few entries which actually do not directly implied myself or people surrounded. Okay. Fine. Yes, maybe it is about 30% of it reflects what was actually happened to me. But the other 70%, it is just what I've been thinking of. For that, I've got quite some responses from my readers. They kept asking me if I am in deep critical problem and they even offering me some advices. I do really appreciate those responses. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I was in very deep down stress these few weeks. But as I went throughout all that,I just want to throw some opinion of mine. I mean I do interested in talking about love and life. As for this reason, I think I would like to start writing about those two topics. And if I am lucky enough, maybe I can get more responses from all the readers. Then only I will feel that I am blessed enough.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! I am talking crap. Arghh!! Azie!! Tido!!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: &lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt;, tomorrow I'll go to visit &lt;a href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nyet&lt;/a&gt;. Don't worry. Any update I will definitely texting you. Love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/24lofib.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-5198654969919700213?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5198654969919700213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5198654969919700213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5198654969919700213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5198654969919700213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/unintended-post.html' title='An unintended post..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si_9CzFQDvI/AAAAAAAAAck/CVynhCfKpao/s72-c/bored_frustrated_pink-41.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7724738424805201756</id><published>2009-06-10T00:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T02:20:18.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>He knows the best way to persuade me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Having said that our relationship seems didn't goes very well recently. A lot of fights. A lot of tears. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried his best to come down here and meet me. With the main purpose to solve all the problems between both of us.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did called me around 11am and begging me to go out with him. Well, I agree. I bear in mind, sometimes we need to confront the reality. Confront the problems. No need to be hide. Phone calls and messages sometimes cannot be the best medium. Face to face will always be the best one, I think.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dressing up, I went out. Met him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;To be frank, the first half an hour I just kept silent and didn't even looked at his face. I just stood there like a stone. Until, he went into tears seeing me that way. He said I am not in love with him anymore. That's what makes him more frightened. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long paused, he brought up something from his bag. Tadaaa... Sorry, I am wearing the necklace right now. Just the picture of the box. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lZNw9JtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ClIdc6G34yQ/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lZNw9JtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ClIdc6G34yQ/s320/DSC01528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391660345665234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He said, he did planned to give it to me on my birthday. But something came up and he can't make it on that day. I just accept. Of course with a big smiles on my face. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Kinta City Jaya Jusco. Having a lunch at Johnny's. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lY01R26I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ASxOTRNljps/s1600-h/DSC01518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lY01R26I/AAAAAAAAAcM/ASxOTRNljps/s320/DSC01518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391653652913058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Then, another surprise came up. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He straight away entered Guess outlet, picked a handbag and paid at cashier. I just don't have any idea about that. But, as what elders said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"rezeki jangan ditolak dan musuh jangan dicari"&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a while since I bought my last handbag. So, this is just nice. Well, here it is. Opps, I did it again. Forgot to take picture of the handbag. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lYxCxZ3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/5-10JoS0TEI/s1600-h/DSC01520.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lYxCxZ3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/5-10JoS0TEI/s320/DSC01520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391652635764594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now, what more can I say about the meeting? He already knows the very best way to persuading me. Whenever I get sulk, we fight, then at last he buy something for me. Mak said, "Selalu lar merajuk, nanti dapat barang baru lagi". &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to admit this. Shopping is always be the best therapy for my stress and deppressions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sleepy head in here. Sorry a lot for the school's girl writing again. I am just too tired. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: I just realized that I wear the same shirt like the one I already wore at Sasha's birthday. Sorry. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lYaVXBfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Z_AC5HEVqnk/s1600-h/DSC01515.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lYaVXBfI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Z_AC5HEVqnk/s320/DSC01515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345391646539711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-7724738424805201756?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7724738424805201756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7724738424805201756&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7724738424805201756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7724738424805201756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-knows-best-way-to-persuade-me.html' title='He knows the best way to persuade me..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Si6lZNw9JtI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ClIdc6G34yQ/s72-c/DSC01528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-992345743078905812</id><published>2009-06-08T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T06:00:39.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Love, fate and destiny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Siw2wODrDTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RKXzMkRcZI8/s1600-h/4faf7a3bb3d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Siw2wODrDTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RKXzMkRcZI8/s320/4faf7a3bb3d5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344707059817057586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Just having heart to heart talks with my best friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now, I just cannot get to sleep. Keep thinking. What is actually the meaning of love fate destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I mean like, yes now I am in the middle of love. But still I have no clue if this is my love destiny or not. Skeptical thinking rite?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some Googled just now. And this what I found through my chroming.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE: That tumbling, mysterious force that hits you in the face and leaves you in a dark pit of confusion. That feeling that leaves you dazed and light-headed. That feeling that makes you feel everything is right in the world. That feeling that comes with those three little over used words: I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FATE: You can't run from it. You can't hide from it. What you do, whoever you meet, that's fate. It's a cruel and stern master; deciding everything without your consent. That first chance meeting between two lovers, that’s fate. That shock you find within after you find out you're working together, that’s fate too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTINY: You have to grab it. You can't wait for it to come to you. You decide for yourself what destiny you have. Once you have it, you have to pursue it. You can't stay in one place, waiting for the expected changes to kick in. You have to run after it, fight for it with every inch of your being.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go through a love in the real life, I should admit that I have my own opinion towards the meaning of all these bounding words.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; for me sometimes can be good and sometimes can be bad though. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When love is in the air, you can feel like fondling. You will feel like the entire world is yours.  You will feel like everything turn to be very colorful. All the beautiful lovely flowers seems smiling at you. The wind seems very friendly to touch your skin and blow your hair. You will even feel like living in heaven. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Unfortunately, when there is no more love is around, you will feel like the entire world is laughing at you. Looking down at you. You will feel like dying. You will feel the sorrowfulness. You might even think that it is the end of the world. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FATE&lt;/span&gt;. It is truly something that we couldn't afford to avoid. It decide everything for you. No mercy. Sometimes you might feel like there is no sympathy in fate. You have to accept whatever it is, even though you are not really welcome it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;For some lucky times, you will find that fate is actually coming to be friend with you. To bring a little bit of happiness to your life. In order to spice up your life. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But we have to always make ourselves to believe that any fate that being given by God, is actually bring along the good purpose behind it. Fate will never harm us.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;DESTINY&lt;/span&gt;. I can say that it is actually predetermined by God. It is a predetermined course of events.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You may choose your own destiny by choosing different paths of your life. You can make it as your best destiny, or even at the contra side. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;When you choose to follow whatever your destiny will be, everything will also tend to go right in your life. There are some events that are to happen and not to be changeable.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might says, love destiny bring means that two hearts will be drawn and brought together in a love that will never end. Whatever is coming in between, these two hearts will definitely be together forever. These two hearts will never can be separated from each other. If it is ever happen to them, some miracle will always bring them back together again. To live together. To live their life together. Seems that there is a strong binds that already bound them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to be frank, these three strong bounded words keep hitting me with so many questions. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read this quote somewhere, back to a couple years ago.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love will never have a happy ending. Because true love will never ends."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true? If it does, then why true love is exist in this world? If it cannot bring us to a happy ending?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, we have to admit this. Even though we are loved to be in love, somehow we have to accept the pains that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We are actually taking a risk whenever we open our hearts to allow love to enter it. Because the truth is, if we ever open it for love, we are also expose it to full of pain. We can never be able to open our heart for love and at the same time do not experience some hurt.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE LOVE IS SUICIDE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1ij1wl.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-992345743078905812?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/992345743078905812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=992345743078905812&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/992345743078905812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/992345743078905812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-fate-and-destiny.html' title='Love, fate and destiny.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Siw2wODrDTI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RKXzMkRcZI8/s72-c/4faf7a3bb3d5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-2366659690379945711</id><published>2009-06-07T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:38:31.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it is for sure the only way I will feel even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-2366659690379945711?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/2366659690379945711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=2366659690379945711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2366659690379945711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2366659690379945711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1042310130917408640</id><published>2009-06-06T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:06:41.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>Tag from Shiela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I was tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://itugadis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shiela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, my new blogging friend. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I am very tired rite now.&lt;br /&gt;But still cannot sleep because it's already Maghrib. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for "senja" to over, I think I can manage to complete this tag.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" nama timangan anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azie - The most common nick name for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Azua - Normally being used by my school's teachers and lecturer's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ajie - My younger sister started to called me Ajie instead of Azie when she was a kid. She just replace the "z" with "j".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aunty - Addressed by all my nephews and nieces. Now, everyone in the family addressed me as Aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bb - For LOVE only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" sifat or tabiat buruk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nails bitting - My very bad habit since I was a kid. Now, I can control it. A bit I guess. But, I'll start again if I am in deeply thinking situations. Especially to make very crucial decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh like "pontianak" - I just cannot control this bad habit. Seriously I am not that decent girl type. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep too late at night - In fact every nights. Eye bags? Don't mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Gesel2" my foots before I get to sleep - Is it a bad habit? Maybe. Yes, all my girlfriends who been sleep with me might think that I am a "lesbo". No no! I am totally straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossiping - I loike!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;3) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" makanan favourite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bihun Tomyam Extra Spicy - From Restoran Charen, somewhere in Changlun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fish - I prefer fish rather than chicken. Nope! It is not about diet. I am just too sick of eating chicken. Muak!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laksa - Must be original asam laksa. Laksa Johor? Laksa Sarawak? No such thing please.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rendang Ayam - Now, chicken is accepted. But, must be made by MAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Pepper Lamb - Arghhh!!! Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;4) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" subjek pelajaran paling suka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accounts - Of course. I am Accounting student rite? Forget it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematics - The most interesting subjects to be learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chemistry - I love those scientific's names of the molekuls etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Audit - I'm Loving it! Influenced by Mr Syahrir I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English - I have to like it in order to improve my English level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;5) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" lima benda wajib dlm purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mykad - To prove that I am Malaysia resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Driving License - Important..Important..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cash money - No money no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ATM cards - Very2 important. I don't have credit cards okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping cards - Very3 important. Needed especially there is a "SALE" word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;6) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" topik yg biasa dibual bersama pasangan or teman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love and relationship - Happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex - Opppsss!!! It's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gossiping - Especially about "artis".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old time memories - I miss them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mengumpat?? Yes!! I am very good in that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;7) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"5" mangsa tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dzul Nyet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mama-eda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ratukeparat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://wilayahmawarliar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ekin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-1042310130917408640?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1042310130917408640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1042310130917408640&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1042310130917408640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1042310130917408640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tag-from-shiela.html' title='Tag from Shiela.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-8534459652529407569</id><published>2009-06-06T01:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T02:29:23.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>Another anniversary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;June 6th.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is our 11th anniversary??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woww!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I know. It is quite a number.&lt;br /&gt;But, it's true tho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But still have "on-off" sessions in between that 11 years.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people always said,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sedangkan lidah lagi tergigit"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Saper suruh gigit lidah?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I don't really have any idea what I'm gonna talk here regarding my anniversary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because...Hmmm...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to talk. I am totally blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So, I really think I want to stop here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;My headache is killing me rite now.&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I will continue with another entry about my 11th anniversary later.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if there is something really special happens.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a big day for Abg. Man, my cousin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll become someone's husband.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wake up very early in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, bye.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Someone said I should put this picture in my blog. So, here I am. The very latest of me. Taken before going to Abg. Man's nikah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Silgr83qWeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ANh1jHDVWVc/s1600-h/DSC01473.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Silgr83qWeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ANh1jHDVWVc/s320/DSC01473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343908741042035170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-8534459652529407569?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/8534459652529407569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=8534459652529407569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8534459652529407569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/8534459652529407569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-anniversary.html' title='Another anniversary.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Silgr83qWeI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ANh1jHDVWVc/s72-c/DSC01473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7389698501062319092</id><published>2009-06-05T03:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T05:20:11.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Sasha's 22nd birthday celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday was Sasha's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;June 4th.&lt;br /&gt;Dzul Nyet kept asking me out for a cup of coffee,&lt;br /&gt;since we were never meet up for almost 8 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me, if I can help him to make something surprise for Sasha's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;How sweet rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh forgot to mention here.&lt;br /&gt;Nyet and Sasha were once a lovely couple,&lt;br /&gt;back to SMKGR's years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as been planned by Nyet and me, we both met up at KFC, Bidor.&lt;br /&gt;Then we both went to buy a cake.&lt;br /&gt;Asked "Kaduk" favor to keep the ice cream cake,&lt;br /&gt;while we went to fetch Sasha at her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after kidnapped Sasha,&lt;br /&gt;three of us straight away go to Dunkin Donut, RnR Tapah Selatan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv48jBoUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/u-MdCqqojz0/s1600-h/040620095978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv48jBoUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/u-MdCqqojz0/s320/040620095978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573613247308098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Sasha...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv4n5eBWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X-bQYYSqRUo/s1600-h/040620095977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv4n5eBWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/X-bQYYSqRUo/s320/040620095977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573607704298850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our foods.&lt;br /&gt;We were having croissants with chicken ham (i guess),&lt;br /&gt;6 pieces of multi flavors donuts,&lt;br /&gt;iced latte for me and Dzul Nyet,&lt;br /&gt;and 100plus for Sha the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;All sponsored by "Kaduk", a boyfie for my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Kaduk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, not forget the ice cream cake sponsored by Dzul Nyet.&lt;br /&gt;The cake was made from Kedai Kek Pertama, Bidor.&lt;br /&gt;(Tu jer yg ader kat Bidor nie haaa...&lt;br /&gt;Secret Recipe takde pulak plan nak buat outlet kat sini)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv4bQKSMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U9VghLi5LZk/s1600-h/040620095975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv4bQKSMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/U9VghLi5LZk/s320/040620095975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573604309813442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si Nyet seriously cannot wait any seconds more.&lt;br /&gt;He kept staring at the foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Makan itu indah"&lt;br /&gt;That is his favorite slogan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv35ui5II/AAAAAAAAAbE/JaFsIy84jgA/s1600-h/040620095971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv35ui5II/AAAAAAAAAbE/JaFsIy84jgA/s320/040620095971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573595310449794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sasha with her "jambul".&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she just looked like the same Sasha back to SMKGR's time.&lt;br /&gt;She will always keep trying to maintain the "tudung",&lt;br /&gt;so that her "jambul" will never come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv4P3BZII/AAAAAAAAAbM/g9rIfanlo8c/s1600-h/040620095972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv4P3BZII/AAAAAAAAAbM/g9rIfanlo8c/s320/040620095972.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343573601251583106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;With Nyet.&lt;br /&gt;Nyet said,&lt;br /&gt;"Seriously, rupa hang lain giler drpd mase sekolah dulu".&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I don't have idea where is the different.&lt;br /&gt;Owh yes,&lt;br /&gt;one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;My body weight.&lt;br /&gt;Waaaayyyy more fatter than the old Azie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Sorry for the "school girl" style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;I am just too sleepy rite now.&lt;br /&gt;I need to zzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;Nite all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S: Real name for Kaduk is Firdaus. Haha.&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/6490010090274752222-7389698501062319092?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7389698501062319092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7389698501062319092&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7389698501062319092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7389698501062319092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/sashas-22nd-birthday-celebration.html' title='Sasha&apos;s 22nd birthday celebration.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sigv48jBoUI/AAAAAAAAAbk/u-MdCqqojz0/s72-c/040620095978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1084851762773046774</id><published>2009-06-04T03:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:08:09.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Loneliness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I just feel lonely. Really lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I am all alone by myself right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Even though everyone is around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Making jokes that never gonna stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Laughter is everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Love is in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But sometimes I can feel there is a huge hole in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can feel that I was thrown far away from this whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can feel the loneliness lingers in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sometimes I keep thinking again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Am I being appreciated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Am I being needed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Am I being loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I really wish that I could disappear into the thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And then wait and see if I am being missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Is there anyone who will missed me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;By any way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I guess the answer is no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So...Hmmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2lscr2r.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-1084851762773046774?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1084851762773046774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1084851762773046774&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1084851762773046774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1084851762773046774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/2lscr2r_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5879619045982966618</id><published>2009-06-03T02:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:42:41.120+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Is it true that this situation exist in this world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am so bored. Doing nothing at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is 3.09am. I am still awake. Cannot close my eyes. Just having a girl's talk with El, my girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What else can I do? In the middle of a night. Or maybe I can say, in the very early morning. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I came across this entry, while I blogging through a few blogs. I don't have any idea who is the owner. But still I am attracted to read her entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In her entry, she pointed out about this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Have you ever meet your soul mate after you already met someone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiV_RldfPNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Qixnnl2Yhx4/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiV_RldfPNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Qixnnl2Yhx4/s320/untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342816473035259090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frankly says, I am seriously never ever heard about this before. In real world. Yes, I did read through all the stories. But all of that were from a couple novels. Nothing to do with the real world. So, before this I just think that it all from fantasy. From imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I put the full entry from her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You already met someone.Stung by love.He's all you're looking for.He takes care of you,adore you,accepting you as who you are,shared everything together and you even told your self-damn he's the ONE.And the step towards the great happy ending is not even something you'd call 'looking forward to it' anymore but its already there.Right in front of your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And suddenly there is HE is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another person jump into the picture and create another electricity sparks.At first you just think gosh he's hot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh I like that too~~!";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hey,thanks for being such a great listener";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...then after some conversations,companies and sharing thoughts;you began to wonder;you two had so much things in common-where have u been all this while?Why don't you come earlier?Hmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the fancy;you began to adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From calling each other buddy;he began to call you honey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From a "just to say hi" text messages;it went to "missing you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From saving his number as the member of 'BFF' group in your cellphone; he's now on your top list of speed dial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;From sharing hobbies and interests you guys now talking thru some love song lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's also a vow like &lt;em&gt;"If by 40years old we're both single;lets get married"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And from the sayings of "I'll definitely take leave to attend your wedding" suddenly he said "Why you dunt see me 1st?,why u have to have him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that's where u got stucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One&lt;/em&gt; is surely love you unconditionally and without doubts will be a great father to your kids;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The other one&lt;/em&gt; is the type that you would kill to marry.Or even date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which way would you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;For real babe. I don't think that there is a person who is getting stuck in between this kind of situation. If there is one, I am figuring out of how he/she gonna cope with this situation? Seriously, it is a damn situation. Where you have to kick your ass and make one best decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the most important, the whatever decision he/she is going to make, must always be with the purpose to makes everyone happy. It is impossible rite? Because it is for sure that one heart will be hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you decide to choose to be with A, then B will get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you decide to choose B as your life partner, definitely A will get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or else you choose to leave both A and B. And you become the one who will getting hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't think any further, because I've never been in that kind of situation. And of course I don't want to experience it. For real babe. Crazy!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://s4.tinypic.com/29m2fs6_th.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-5879619045982966618?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5879619045982966618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5879619045982966618&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5879619045982966618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5879619045982966618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-it-true-that-this-situation-exist-in.html' title='Is it true that this situation exist in this world?'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiV_RldfPNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Qixnnl2Yhx4/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6798404720543042812</id><published>2009-06-03T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:42:34.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Saya sayang kamu semua!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWDDHe-OI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PtU7NYkaFek/s1600-h/4223_118018934552_534814552_2673141_6896039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWDDHe-OI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PtU7NYkaFek/s320/4223_118018934552_534814552_2673141_6896039_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771143321254114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A-tong, Dya and Achik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWCyhDzkI/AAAAAAAAAas/GgG5M32Xwtc/s1600-h/4223_118018949552_534814552_2673144_6878924_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWCyhDzkI/AAAAAAAAAas/GgG5M32Xwtc/s320/4223_118018949552_534814552_2673144_6878924_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771138865122882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Si Gemoks and Dee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is a bit blurry picture. But I like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry Dee. Hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWCpYauXI/AAAAAAAAAak/W3f2nacUrBg/s1600-h/4223_118018894552_534814552_2673135_6073688_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWCpYauXI/AAAAAAAAAak/W3f2nacUrBg/s320/4223_118018894552_534814552_2673135_6073688_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342771136412957042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;We were having so much fun together!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I love you girls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/1zoyr1c.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6798404720543042812?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6798404720543042812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6798404720543042812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6798404720543042812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6798404720543042812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/saya-sayang-kamu-semua.html' title='Saya sayang kamu semua!!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiVWDDHe-OI/AAAAAAAAAa0/PtU7NYkaFek/s72-c/4223_118018934552_534814552_2673141_6896039_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3038617029984594573</id><published>2009-06-02T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:37:34.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>RESULT IS OUT??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I just checked my last semester's result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;What I can say about it? Hmmm... Syukur. I got a flying colors result? Naaahhh!!!  I only got an "okay" result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But my "cgpa" decreasing a bit. Maybe because of my PSA paper. So "hampeh"! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But i accept it with all my heart. As mom always said. "Kita akan dapat apa yang kita usaha". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I do happy knowing that all account's subjects are okay. Because I had a very hard and difficult times answering all the papers back to last semester final exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;After all, syukur. Alhamdulillah....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/x1m1km.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-3038617029984594573?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3038617029984594573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3038617029984594573&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3038617029984594573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3038617029984594573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/result-is-out.html' title='RESULT IS OUT??'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/x1m1km_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1851589636246919588</id><published>2009-06-01T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:53:49.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>I must be crazy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am start to feel bad again. So bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/2uj0bbk.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-1851589636246919588?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1851589636246919588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1851589636246919588&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1851589636246919588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1851589636246919588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-must-be-crazy.html' title='I must be crazy..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i26.tinypic.com/2uj0bbk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6046606674900112854</id><published>2009-05-31T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:55:57.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Men are good at sulking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="fplc" &gt;While watching a Malay drama "Kerana Kasih" at TV3 with family, the actress said something about sulking. I didn't really followed the whole story. Me and sisters were busying gossips and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something about the actor who get sulk with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiF8FS3KBuI/AAAAAAAAAac/vZH8kqLRimc/s1600-h/GB_Sulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiF8FS3KBuI/AAAAAAAAAac/vZH8kqLRimc/s320/GB_Sulk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341687063442491106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;" class="fplc" &gt;Now, I start to think again. Do men get sulk? Of course. It is a normal behavior for a human being like us. But still, I think that it is not really normal for men to get sulk. Well, men always try to be really macho, cool and steady. Especially in front of girls. It is a fact rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I looked back into my 23rd years of life, I can agree at the statement that men do sulk. So silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think men sulk a lot more than women. Maybe I can admit that men are good at sulking. I've known a quite number of men who basically go into a sulk. And the worst part is they won't talk to you for a couple days. Maybe when they feel annoyed with you. Or maybe when they can't get their own way. Or maybe when things don't go their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did googled some websites and forums just now. Especially forums about relationship and marriage life. I came across a research done by Peter Rook. He said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" id="va-bodytext" class="va-bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yes some men do sulk. But some women mistakenly think a man is having a sulk. This is because when a man gets upset, he never talks about what is bothering him. Instead, he becomes very quiet and goes into his private world. Ladies, this is not a sulk, It's our way of trying to find a solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Is it true? Or not? Hmm..Then? Whot does sulk means to a guy? After all I need to agree that guys are complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;People, please tell me. What is the best way to know that men especially our spouse is sulk? Or in other way, to know that we are the target of a sulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;In my opinion, the sulker does not really want to get engage an eye contact with us. That's mean, the sulker does not want to look at us when they get sulk with us. In easy words, we are the target of a sulk. This is a very common behavior of a human being. And I will not deny that me too just like that when I sulk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;According to my experiences being in love with LOVE, that is not really easy for me to know that he is sulk. Because he is not an open and outspoken type of guy who easily can talk about how he feels. He likes to hold it back just with himself. It is too difficult for me to know what is on his mind at the moment. And I think I am getting used to it. That's why sometime I don't ask him because I know I will get the same answer. He will says, I'm so ok B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Most of the time when I noticed that he was sulking, I will find my own way to overcome it. I think touching will do. Also make him laugh. It is a stupid action for me to think that I can just ignore the sulker and just go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes I think sulking might show childish behavior. But some might says, men don't sulk for no reason. Is that true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Above all of that, I can say that sulking underminds and might hurts your partner by any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So, do not get sulk. Boleh? Hahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/vqkyok.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6046606674900112854?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6046606674900112854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6046606674900112854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6046606674900112854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6046606674900112854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/men-are-good-at-sulking.html' title='Men are good at sulking?'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SiF8FS3KBuI/AAAAAAAAAac/vZH8kqLRimc/s72-c/GB_Sulk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-9057836225828031748</id><published>2009-05-29T03:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:53:00.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my newly designed blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I am now in Puchong. With the main purpose to take my lil nephew back to hometown. He insisted to spend the upcoming school holiday at Kg. I am so excited because it was almost half a year I didn't have much time to really play with him. Yes, he is my favourite nephew. I stayed with my ABANG back to 6 years ago if I am not mistaken. Somewhere in Pandan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I have no other activity to do now. Everybody are sleeping at the moment. As usual, I cannot easily get to sleep. I was intended to change my blog template before. I just want to find something really suit myself. I love cute thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Luckily, after rolled over a few free blog template websites, I finally found this cute design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I choosed this template design because of the cute birdie image. Also the flowers all over the blog. I think it is simple yet nice design. Not really too messy to my eyes. The plain color also really make me feel much more relax whenever I open my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I've been through a saddest moment when I uploaded the template and saw all my widgets gone. I managed to do all as before. Now, everything is back to normal. No worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It is a new, cute blog template design. And looks like it should be a very exciting one. I hope it can encourage me in writing. Yes, I admit that I have been terrible with all my previous entries. With the intention to improve my art of writing, I hope I can do way better after this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I feel sleepy now. Time to sleep. Nite all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rh3guh.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-9057836225828031748?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/9057836225828031748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=9057836225828031748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/9057836225828031748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/9057836225828031748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-my-newly-designed-blog.html' title='Welcome to my newly designed blog'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/2rh3guh_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-7600943850399615303</id><published>2009-05-27T16:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:01:14.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>BEST THERAPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yesterday, I went to Ipoh. Be a proxy for ABAH's company. Attended a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Seminar Peningkatan Pemahaman Program Kontraktor"&lt;/span&gt; by CIDB. It held at Casurina Hotel. From 8am until 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNYUhQeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ejfjYhncSVI/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNYUhQeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ejfjYhncSVI/s320/DSC01276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340439256649253346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say about the "seminar"? I think I have nothing to say because I didn't really give full attention. What do u guys expect? I know nothing about construction. I am an Accounting student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; It was a very bored "seminar" for me. I spent all the time with reading my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"P.S. I love you"&lt;/span&gt; novel, for my 2nd time/round reading it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2hours for lunch break were given to all the participants (majority middle aged men). We were served with delicious meals for lunch. But I didn't enjoy it because I was a little bit shy, surrounded with old men. As a solution, I just eat two spoons of mixed vege. That's it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I went back to my car. Started the engine, turn on the air-cond, then zzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;About half an hour, I woke up. Heard a noise from a few guys just beside my car. S**t.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only left about one hour and thirty minutes more. I made up my mind. Drove my car, heading Kinta City Jaya Jusco.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I parked my car at the roof top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time, what was in my mind just take a walk and enjoy window shopping. But...My eyes captured the word in front of VINCCI outlet. It was "SALE". OMG!!!! Up to 50% off!!! I bought only 2pairs from VINCCI. Too many people, and I was not really in the mood to "rebut2".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I went to the 2nd level. "SALE" word again. This time at NOSE. I tried several shoes. Looked at my watch. It was 2.20pm. Only left 10 minutes more for lunch break. Without wasting my time, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;grabbed 3pairs of shoes and paid up at the cashier.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I just cannot control myself. I was only intended to have a window shopping. But again. It was ended up with 5pairs of shoes clung on my both hands.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/30j0fbs.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I felt much more better after that. Well, I have been not in good mood these few days. So, I can make a conclusion here. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Shopping is always be the best therapy for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/1zoyr1c.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNg3rdYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s_NtNVC2Hns/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNg3rdYI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s_NtNVC2Hns/s320/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340439258944206210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NN1nWW2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/tr_ZuGuyT2w/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NN1nWW2I/AAAAAAAAAZU/tr_ZuGuyT2w/s320/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340439264512858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNpVpFRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BP1qDfuHHg8/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNpVpFRI/AAAAAAAAAZM/BP1qDfuHHg8/s320/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340439261217363218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NONZvxFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/glbJlE7ZCuQ/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NONZvxFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/glbJlE7ZCuQ/s320/DSC01299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340439270898254930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: Exactly! I love shoes! &lt;/span&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/6490010090274752222-7600943850399615303?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/7600943850399615303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=7600943850399615303&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7600943850399615303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/7600943850399615303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-therapy.html' title='BEST THERAPY'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sh0NNYUhQeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/ejfjYhncSVI/s72-c/DSC01276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-1349094341162097443</id><published>2009-05-26T18:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:13:19.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>I HAVE NO IDEA FOR THE TITLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was not in a good mood recently. I talked less. No laughing. No joking. No smiling. I was too lazy to picking up calls. I was too tired to replying all the messages. When people asked why I looked so sad, then I replied &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"takde pape, tak sihat sangat."&lt;/span&gt; Then, I gave them a truly fake smiles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, myself also don't understand what actually happened to me. Silly me. Clearly all the problems were from my own self. I was the one who likes to think more and more. Deeper and deeper. And it hurting me so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel lonely. My heart feels lonely. I just need some space to think. To really searching the answers for all the questions in my mind. Looking back to my entire life. I really want to cry my heart out. Crying really can relieve my pain. And yes. I did it. So many times. And I felt better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am figuring out. Why people being too cruel to one another? Why people do things that can hurt others' feelings? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been read this, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hearts are just like crystals. Once broken, we can never make it right again. Never."&lt;/span&gt; I do understand the meanings as I did digested it. But still, I think, we, human being do not really bother about this. Including me. Sometimes I did hurts others when I never have an intention to do so. And I feel bad for that. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;After all, I think I should put all the blames on my shoulders. I must say this. Yes people, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I AM A BAD GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1ij1wl.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-1349094341162097443?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/1349094341162097443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=1349094341162097443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1349094341162097443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/1349094341162097443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-no-idea-for-title.html' title='I HAVE NO IDEA FOR THE TITLE.'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/1ij1wl_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5931532121710574231</id><published>2009-05-25T12:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:24:21.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>TUGAS TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt;. I just love to do any tag task since I have no other activity to do at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Adakah anda rasa anda hot ?&lt;br /&gt;Hot? Because of the weather. (Hot=panas kan...haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Upload gambar kegemaran anda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/ShpOA5iQvYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GoWM5LwYeO4/s1600-h/Image%28501%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/ShpOA5iQvYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GoWM5LwYeO4/s320/Image%28501%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339666085552635266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenapa anda suka gambar ni?&lt;br /&gt;Captured by Dayah Lodi... Just a candid photo but it turned too something symbolic..I just live inside the box without having any courage to do something extraordinary or outside the box...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Bilakah kali terakhir anda makan pizza?&lt;br /&gt;A month ago if I'm not mistaken.  With LOVE and Uzman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Lagu terakhir anda dengar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Love Story by Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Apa anda sedang buat selain buat tag ni?&lt;br /&gt;YM with Diana and Kak Ayu. Girl's stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Selain nama anda, apakah lagi nama yang orang panggil anda?&lt;br /&gt;Family usually address me as Aunty. LOVE called me BB. Gang from KMPH called me Azues sometime. Some good friends in UUM called me Jah (Jahat kan..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Tag 5 orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dzul&lt;br /&gt;Hany Bany&lt;br /&gt;Teha&lt;br /&gt;Mama Eda&lt;br /&gt;Ekin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa no.1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My good old days friend. From SMKGR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siapa pula no2? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend from UUM. She is just a small girl. But has a big mouth. Loves to talk and talk and talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang no 3 ada hubungan dengan siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teha? With her beloved hubby lar of course. And also her two cute kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana pula dengan no 4?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama Eda is my blogging friend. Who currently live in Aussie with her hubby and her cute lil Dora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katakan sesuatu tentang no 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ekin is Lean's pet sister. Currently studying in Shah Alam. And she is from Sarawak I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senaraikan 5 hadiah yg anda impikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A brand new lappy&lt;br /&gt;2) Digital camera&lt;br /&gt;3) Myvi SE-Tangerine Orange&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight ticket to Italy + pocket money&lt;br /&gt;5) Just a nice small surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alasan terhadap pilihan tersebut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Battery for my current lappy is "kong"&lt;br /&gt;2) To replace my lost one&lt;br /&gt;3) I just loved the colour. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;4) I heard that it is the most romantic place.&lt;br /&gt;5) I need to feel the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 impresi terhadap orang yang diminati:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Romantic&lt;br /&gt;2) Kind-hearted&lt;br /&gt;3) Generous&lt;br /&gt;4) Good looking&lt;br /&gt;5) Caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ciptaan yang paling disukai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) God's creatures&lt;br /&gt;2) Internet&lt;br /&gt;3) Girl's stuffs-shoes, handbag, clothes, pants etc.&lt;br /&gt;4) Money&lt;br /&gt;5) Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 perkara yang dibenci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Selfish person&lt;br /&gt;2) Backstabber&lt;br /&gt;3) Certain drinks-soy, milk, air tebu etc&lt;br /&gt;4) Pet&lt;br /&gt;5) Dirty toilet..Yakkss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-5931532121710574231?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5931532121710574231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5931532121710574231&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5931532121710574231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5931532121710574231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-was-tagged-by-dya.html' title='TUGAS TAG'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/ShpOA5iQvYI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GoWM5LwYeO4/s72-c/Image%28501%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5861262922613657977</id><published>2009-05-24T16:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:22:56.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>BIRTHDAY EXPECTATIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;color:DarkBlue;" id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblDescription" class="v11"  &gt;&lt;span style="color:BLACK;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't know how to begin this. I am thinking if am I too demanding to write all my wish lists and expectations. Or I am just a bad girl who doesn't know how to appreciate everything and at the same time wanting more and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Every year, whenever my birthday coming up, I start to feel really anxious. I just cannot help it, the truth is I will always get anxious. The worst part is I will get stress out about anything regarding my coming birthday when actually nothing will happen at all. I always put high expectations of how my day is suppose to go. Or maybe how amazing it will be on my birthday. The main point is I must say that my birthday is a day with a great anxiety and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;When the day has comes, nothing will happen. Maybe some of my expectations might be fulfill. And the most of it do not happen at all. Not even happen with how I expect it to be. I had been experienced this kind of feelings throughout the years. The birthday expectations' lists are always letting me down. It always frustrating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This situation repeatedly happened this year, on my 23rd birthday. None of my hopes are actually happen today. None of it. Now, I started to think, maybe I should stop dreaming. Maybe I should just giving up all to the fate. Maybe I should not expect too much. Maybe I should find another way to makes me happy. Maybe I should communicate all of these stupid feelings to someone, somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;There are many thing expected by a girl like me on our birthday. Yes, I admit, birthday is one of the day with too much expectations. Even though deep inside my heart forcing me to stop expecting and dreaming. I just cannot do that. For me, the most important is I just want my big day to be appreciated. With so much hype and not just let it over with nothing to be remember. I want my day to be the greatest day ever. I want my day to be a day which can bring an endless smiles on my face. I want my day to be something that I can proudly tell to all of my good friends. I want to show off to the whole world. Yes, so what? I don't think it is a crime for me to show off about my own birthday rite. Furthermore, it is my day. My own day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't really fancy the idea of having a very big, grand and marvelous party that definitely needs a lot of money to be spend on it. I just need something really sweet which I can see the efforts on it. I just need something that can show me the love. I want to feel the love. I want to feel the excitement. I want to feel the attention. I just want it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;As for LOVE, I am dying hoping a little bit efforts from him. I don't really expect for him to ride a white horse and picking me out to the fairy tales world. It is too ridiculous for me to expect that much. I always hope that I can spend my birthday with him. Only him. I want him to surprise me with something that can turned me out into tears. I want to treat me like I am the princess of the day. I want to be loved. I want to feel that I am loved. Is it fair for me to expect these from him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I feel really lucky if he can remembers my birthday. And of course I will be super lucky if he gives me a card. I prefer something to keep even though it is just a simple plain card. It is more than enough for me. I don't say that I hate wishes. I just think that wishes is something I can't really keep. Something I can't remember. After all wishes are intangible rite? cannot be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Apart from all of these, there is something that makes me smile every year. The love from my precious beloved family. They are never forget my big day. Especially MAK. She will put so much efforts to makes me happy on my big day. She will stay up late at night  just to wish me a "Happy Birthday". It is not easy for older person like her to stay up too late at night. She will make a small family party to celebrate my birthday. She will cooks all of my favorite foods. She will cuddles me. She will never tired to keep telling about my childhood days stories to all of my family. Yes, I am really lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Also, I want to thank to all of my friends. They are never forget to wish me even though I realized that I am kind of bad friend who can't even remember all of my friends' birthday. Maybe I should write down all of their days on one book. A book that can remind me not to forget to wish on their days. I don't think that save it an the hand phone is a good idea. I tried it before but seems it doesn't work. Since I just like to change my hp frequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I would like to finish this post with thank to everyone. Thank you for all the wishes. Thank you very much for the thoughts. Thank you very very much for the loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;P/S: Sorry for all the grammatical errors. I just not feeling good now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16anwvk.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-5861262922613657977?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5861262922613657977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5861262922613657977&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5861262922613657977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5861262922613657977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-expectations.html' title='BIRTHDAY EXPECTATIONS'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/16anwvk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-4950526172490530417</id><published>2009-05-24T12:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:26:40.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special wishes'/><title type='text'>My 23rd birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/ShjOxr_GKvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pJk58qqtuI4/s1600-h/happy-birthday-cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/ShjOxr_GKvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pJk58qqtuI4/s320/happy-birthday-cake.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339244711264004850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/xaw26a.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/k4gx6x.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Enough said.&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/6490010090274752222-4950526172490530417?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/4950526172490530417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=4950526172490530417&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4950526172490530417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4950526172490530417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-day.html' title='My 23rd birthday!!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/ShjOxr_GKvI/AAAAAAAAAYk/pJk58qqtuI4/s72-c/happy-birthday-cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6374602414325009233</id><published>2009-05-24T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T12:15:06.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boredom'/><title type='text'>CIK ZIZEE BACK ON TRACK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2ihpa1g.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Semester break just started couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of my holiday at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/24lofib.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing nothing. Too bored.&lt;br /&gt;ABAH terminated the streamix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/34gxa82.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the reason that no one using it&lt;br /&gt;since my younger sister continue her study in Masterskills.&lt;br /&gt;And that is the strong reason why I didn't blogging for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/6tpceu.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I start to update my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm gonna write today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/63yhk9.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about it later.&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from "Pasar Ahad" at my hometown.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied MAK.&lt;br /&gt;(Mandi awal pagi I arini...hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/2q9ju47.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I will continue writing after I get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/2rh3guh.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-6374602414325009233?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/6374602414325009233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=6374602414325009233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6374602414325009233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/6374602414325009233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/05/cik-zizee-back-on-track.html' title='CIK ZIZEE BACK ON TRACK!!'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2ihpa1g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-2707072912023297848</id><published>2009-04-29T05:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:51:58.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>CAN I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/24gvt5u.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am just thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I really manage to get my old body figure??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I really control my appetite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I really control my bad habit of eating and eating and eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I get rid of my non-stop eating habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I discipline myself for not taking all the non-healthy food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can I???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/nfife9.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be just like my old good days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wear everything I wanna wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without even bother about my tummy, arms, legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just can get my self with an up-to-date fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/1evq80.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I want my "S-size" body back!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/1ij1wl.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sfdx7mPYZlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nYI1RkVdDtU/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sfdx7mPYZlI/AAAAAAAAAYM/nYI1RkVdDtU/s320/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329853952707552850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sfdx7tH58oI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ENdgl-nOBT8/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sfdx7tH58oI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ENdgl-nOBT8/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329853954555245186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sfdx7Yymp4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/kTQRQ5-bZgQ/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/Sfdx7Yymp4I/AAAAAAAAAX8/kTQRQ5-bZgQ/s320/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329853949097191298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Yes people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It is too annoying to look at my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"syok-sendiri"&lt;/span&gt; pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I took these pictures using my 1st lappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Internal webcam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So, obviously I was just "syok-sendiri".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Smiled to the lappy screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There are still a lot of pictures in my lappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Better not for me to upload all of it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;For some good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(risau u guys muntah darah lak kan..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/2mg2joz.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/S: Abaikan environment belakang tue.&lt;br /&gt;My roomate's place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Buruks kan hostel UUM.&lt;br /&gt;Shhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/4vprno.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&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/6490010090274752222-2707072912023297848?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/2707072912023297848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=2707072912023297848&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2707072912023297848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2707072912023297848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-i-really-manage-to-get-my-old-body.html' title='CAN I?'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/24gvt5u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-3928822081008201320</id><published>2009-04-28T04:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:47:47.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>THE LATEST ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here I put some photos of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I took these photos yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Requested by LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to see the latest me,&lt;br /&gt;since we haven't meet for almost a month.&lt;br /&gt;I am just too busy preparing for my final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/bhez2u.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwjxSdCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7eGIklX5oQ8/s1600-h/DSC00857.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwjxSdCI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7eGIklX5oQ8/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329465635461297186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2lscr2r.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took all of these photos,&lt;br /&gt;only then I realized that my skin color is getting darker.&lt;br /&gt;The black circle around my eyes. Sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;My hair? Sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;My body figure???&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna talk about my body here.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I hate to see myself now.&lt;br /&gt;I ate everything.&lt;br /&gt;I took so many junk foods while I am studying.&lt;br /&gt;My stomach seem "bocor".&lt;br /&gt;(Nak makaaaaannnn jer..)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2m5i0wk.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwSaLC0I/AAAAAAAAAXM/em3UW45CWUE/s1600-h/DSC00856.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/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwSaLC0I/AAAAAAAAAXM/em3UW45CWUE/s320/DSC00856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329465630800939842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwSaLC0I/AAAAAAAAAXM/em3UW45CWUE/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/102k0t0.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I should blame myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am just too busying and focusing most of my time for my final exam.&lt;br /&gt;Till I forget to take care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2w3nn07.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwR3EWfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/W-jHF4RwFFg/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwR3EWfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/W-jHF4RwFFg/s320/DSC00860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329465630653700594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2h37jx3.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna says sorry.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;To my face.&lt;br /&gt;To my hair.&lt;br /&gt;To my skin.&lt;br /&gt;To my body.&lt;br /&gt;To LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;To MAK n ABAH.&lt;br /&gt;To MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/16anwvk.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s1600-h/DSC00863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfYQwFY3O0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/HtSVVNLlHqU/s320/DSC00863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329465627305786178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;After I finish all my papers,&lt;br /&gt;I will take a very good care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/33ark3p.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, after all I realize.&lt;br /&gt;I must not really blaming myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am studying. It is for my bright future.&lt;br /&gt;I have to catch up everything.&lt;br /&gt;I have to maintain my pointer.&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 semesters to go.&lt;br /&gt;My study is not a waste!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://i29.tinypic.com/5yvv4y.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-3928822081008201320?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/3928822081008201320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=3928822081008201320&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3928822081008201320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/3928822081008201320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/04/latest-me.html' title='THE LATEST ME..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/bhez2u_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-4731748409016765224</id><published>2009-04-28T00:24:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T04:02:40.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>TAGGING TASK BY MAMA-EDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://mama-eda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama-Eda&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2zybthj.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My new blogger friend from Melbourne, Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Actually I just like to visit her blog to see her daughter, Dora, face. Sooo cute...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;A. Snap a picture of both inner and outer of your purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2ihpa1g.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXdhRxHqII/AAAAAAAAAU8/b0Z0nd-ywFQ/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXdhRxHqII/AAAAAAAAAU8/b0Z0nd-ywFQ/s320/DSC00864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329409297837697154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXd-L5FzMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NTg52Fsl0uA/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXd-L5FzMI/AAAAAAAAAVE/NTg52Fsl0uA/s320/DSC00865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329409794476723394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;B. Introduce your purse's brand, price and where you bought i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2njfwxw.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXe_L0J9aI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lRcJuFAg7XI/s1600-h/DSC00867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXe_L0J9aI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lRcJuFAg7XI/s320/DSC00867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329410911147521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;BRAND: SEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;PRICE: Around RM100++ (I can't really remember..Sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;BOUGHT AT: Jaya Jusco Bandar Perda, Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;C: Take whatever from inside your purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" src="http://i25.tinypic.com/xo13k8.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My "isi-minyak-kereta" cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXgTV18SnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Jcs4rxePGcE/s1600-h/DSC00869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXgTV18SnI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Jcs4rxePGcE/s320/DSC00869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329412356948380274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. Mesra - Use at Petronas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2. Bonuslink - Use at Shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My Touch n Go cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXjYHKIhwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gByW_hFE1R4/s1600-h/DSC00871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXjYHKIhwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/gByW_hFE1R4/s320/DSC00871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329415737440765698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Tamak" me. Got 2 cards!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Useful especialy going back hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So annoying to queue at the "tol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My shopping cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXg4WNE6oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XpTgrAoyWpQ/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXg4WNE6oI/AAAAAAAAAVk/XpTgrAoyWpQ/s320/DSC00870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329412992700574338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. TESCO Clubcard - Sub-card from LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2. JUSCO - I hate the design. Can't wait to change it next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;3. Hot Market &amp;amp; S&amp;amp;M Jewellery Privelege Card - randomly use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;4. POPULAR Card - Just sebscribed as a member back to 1 month ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;5. SUBZERO - I just love to shop at SUBZERO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;6. PADINI - Stole from my ADIK. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;7. Wei Wei VIP card - Use it to do my facial treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;8. Silverho - I like to buy "comel2" stuff from Living Cabin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My Starter Packs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXjunBRvJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JoW7HLShxaM/s1600-h/DSC00872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXjunBRvJI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JoW7HLShxaM/s320/DSC00872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329416123950677138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I just dont know where is my celcom starter pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Might be inside LOVE's wallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My Student's cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXk4sTU87I/AAAAAAAAAV8/YgGg18A_zmc/s1600-h/DSC00876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXk4sTU87I/AAAAAAAAAV8/YgGg18A_zmc/s320/DSC00876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329417396678882226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. Kolej Matrikulasi Pahang - See? I wear a "tudung"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My lecturer insisted all of muslim's girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;in his class to wear a "tudung".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2. Universiti Utara Malaysia - I am currently studying here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This card also be used as my atm card for Bank Islam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;All the PTPTN loan will be deposit thru BIMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So. Obviously it is an important card to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My Very-Very Important Cards (VVIC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXmuYKYmlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/AGqS8hkkXvw/s1600-h/DSC00877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXmuYKYmlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/AGqS8hkkXvw/s320/DSC00877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329419418497227346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. MyKad - Gemoks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2. Driving License - Class B2 and D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;P/S: I put these cards together at 1 partition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Easy if kene tahan ngan encik polis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My Clinic's Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXoBTu6mUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/f1QCl7sqpLM/s1600-h/DSC00874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXoBTu6mUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/f1QCl7sqpLM/s320/DSC00874.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329420843237415234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Poliklinik Dr. Azhar &amp;amp; Rakan-Rakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Useful when I get sick. Huhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;It is one of the most famous clinic in Kedah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Business and Contact's Cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXrwmZyShI/AAAAAAAAAWU/U3rvIoEureg/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXrwmZyShI/AAAAAAAAAWU/U3rvIoEureg/s320/DSC00873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329424954237798930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;LOVE b-card is the very right one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ATM Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXsqPcUgdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-dFBqvlxbRI/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXsqPcUgdI/AAAAAAAAAWc/-dFBqvlxbRI/s320/DSC00878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329425944506827218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Maybankard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;IMPORTANT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Things that I put at the display partition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXta1yeB7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/QwaXmsgR1Es/s1600-h/DSC00880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXta1yeB7I/AAAAAAAAAWk/QwaXmsgR1Es/s320/DSC00880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329426779433994162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXvpaBAItI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZRt6PYRKooA/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXvpaBAItI/AAAAAAAAAWs/ZRt6PYRKooA/s320/DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329429228700050130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1. SEED card - Got it when I bought the purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2. My pic - Really miss my long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;3. ABAH's pic - I stole it from my ABAH's car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can't find MOM's pic (Pasport size).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;4. Memory Card - Remember my damaged pink dgcam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Luckily the memory card still can be use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;5. Celcom Postpaid Simcard - Love do not settle the bills yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So, malas pakai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;6. Maxis Postpaid Simcard - I terminated the line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Tak larat bayar bil jugak!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;7. LOVE and me!! - the pic doesn't come out. Grrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXwOTB7TtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TIuiN3ISNgM/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/16ixhn5.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXwOTB7TtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TIuiN3ISNgM/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfXwOTB7TtI/AAAAAAAAAW0/TIuiN3ISNgM/s320/DSC00879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329429862480039634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ABAH just came by last Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He went to his golf tournament at Bukit Jambul, Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;He managed to came down here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Miss me kot...hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;D. Tag other 7 persons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/m7b5ol.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://303677-jack.blogspot.com/"&gt;LOVE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://ceritadia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://syeryteha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://ilyanihashim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ghul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://dzul86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dzul Nyet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://ceriteraniesa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Markonah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" href="http://honeyz86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hany Bany&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;E. Comment on your friend's (who tagged you) purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/1sckz6.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Mama-eda's purse is ELLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Black colour and I just loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I like to know that it is the purse given by her hubby as their wedding "hantaran".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Sentimental value babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;No wonder she been using the same purse for over 3years.&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/6490010090274752222-4731748409016765224?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/4731748409016765224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=4731748409016765224&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4731748409016765224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/4731748409016765224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-tagged-by-mama-eda.html' title='TAGGING TASK BY MAMA-EDA'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/2zybthj_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-2004460926494822008</id><published>2009-04-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:48:06.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagging'/><title type='text'>HUTANG TAG FROM DYA..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Dya tagged me again. 100 questions?! BANYAKNYER!!!&lt;img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/2hmq1kw.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;001. Real Name:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aziatul Azua Hj Mohd Nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;002. Nickname(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Azie, Azua, Bb, Aunty, Ajie, Zirafah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;003. Age: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23rd by 24th May this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;004. Horoscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gemini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;005. Male or Female:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;006. Elementary: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SK Bikam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;007. Middle School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;SM Gunung Rapat, Ipoh and SMK Sungkai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;008. High School: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pahang Matriculation College&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;009. College: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;University Utara Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;010. Hair color: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Natural blonde by Revlon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;011. Long or Short:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;012. Loud or Quiet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Quiet, I also can accept loud at certain times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;014. Phone or Camera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;015. Health Freak: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;016. Drink or Smoke: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes! I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;018. Eat or Drink: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;019. Piercings: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;6 at left ear and 2 at right ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;020. Tattoos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;022. Righty or lefty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;023. First piercing: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Back to my kindergarden years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;024. First relationship: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;10 years!! Until today remain the same!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;025. First Best Friend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who ek the first one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;026. First Award:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; In blogging or what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;027. First Kiss: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;028. First Pet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; I hate animals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;029. First Big Vacation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Went with the whole of my family-Songkhla, Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;030. First Love at first sight: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;current love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;031. First Big Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Every year MAK will organize it for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;032. First Surgery: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My right hand wrist, back to 2 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This and that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;033. First sport you joined:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;netball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;orange juice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;035. Rock or Rap: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;036. Country or Screamo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet Boys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I LOVE both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;038. Britney spears or Christina Aguilera:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;039. Night or Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;040. Sun or Moon: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;041. TV or Internet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;042. Playstation or xbox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Neither (LOVE loves them both!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;043. Kiss or hug:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;044. Iguana or turtle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;045. Spider or bee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bee (cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;046. Fall or spring: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't have idea since I never experience it before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;048. Soccer or baseball:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;049. Eating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;None&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;050. Drinking: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mineral water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;051. Excitement level:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;052. I’m about to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Continue studying for Business Law pape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;053. Listening to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;054. Plan for today: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finish studying Company S/U until chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;055. Waiting for: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rain (So hot in here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;056. Energy Level: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;057. Thinking of someone: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MAK n ABAH. miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;058. Want kids?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;059. Want to get married?:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;060. When?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once I ready enough from all aspects. Sorry LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;061. How many kids do you want: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Should be enough I guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;062. Any name on the mind: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Qaseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;063. What did you want to be when you were little:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; A lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;064. Careers in mind: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Businesswoman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;065. Mellow future or wild: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;066. Something you would never try: Let my MAK to cry in sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;067. When do you want to die: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eeee...Scary to think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;068. Lips or Eyes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Lips (LOVE's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;069. Romantic or Funny?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;070. Shorter or Taller?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;071. Protective or Caring?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;074. Sensitive or Loud?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neither&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;077. Muscular or normal: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;078. Kissed a stranger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never!!! Eeeuuuwww!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;079. Broken a bone: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haven't so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glasses. huhu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;081. Ran away from home: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CRAZY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;083. Killed somebody: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;084. Broken some one’s heart: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope haven't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;085. Had your heart broken: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not gonna tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;086. Been arrested: police?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;087. Cried when someone died: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do you believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i27.tinypic.com/pc5tc.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;089. Yourself: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;090. Miracles: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It did happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;091. Love at first sight: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;092. Heaven: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;093. Santa Claus: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;094. Tooth Fairy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;095. Kiss in the first date: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No! Pervert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;096. Angels:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/2i70mj5.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you’re in life now?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't have answer fot this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;099. Do you believe in God?: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://303677-jack.blogspot.com/"&gt;LOVE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ceriteraniesa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Markonah&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://ilyanihashim.blogspot.com/"&gt; Ghul&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://honeyz86.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hany Bany&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://syeryteha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mama-eda.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama-eda&lt;/a&gt; and anyone else who interested to answer all these questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/35dc7wz.jpg" alt="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" title="blogger-emoticon.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-2004460926494822008?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/2004460926494822008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=2004460926494822008&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2004460926494822008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/2004460926494822008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/04/hutang-tag-from-dya.html' title='HUTANG TAG FROM DYA..'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i31.tinypic.com/2hmq1kw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-5846681071191312216</id><published>2009-04-23T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T04:34:42.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><title type='text'>IT IS KILLING ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I haven't blog in a while since I was in final exam mode for these past few weeks. I was so busy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/26.gif" alt="nerd" title="nerd" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;preparing for my final exam.It was indeed the most stressing and toughest weeks for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I took six papers all together for this semester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/102.gif" alt="tension" title="tension" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. But the Business and Professional Communication's paper, I already took the written exam last months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/4.gif" alt="sengihnampakgigi" title="sengihnampakgigi" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. So, that means I will only have 5 more papers to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/107.gif" alt="bising" title="bising" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This morning I already sit for my Business Law's exam. I can says it is one of the toughest paper I had ever took. Since I have to memorize a lot of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/43.gif" alt="blur" title="blur" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. The facts, sections, cases, and so many more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/42.gif" alt="gigitjari" title="gigitjari" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. But I feels a bit relieve now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/77.gif" alt="sembah" title="sembah" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. I did my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Just imagine, the exam started at 8.30am sharp. And finished at 11.30am. I was only put down my pen on 11.25am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/13.gif" alt="hah" title="hah" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. Holy S**t!! My right hand was almost cramp!! But I never giving up. I forced myself to not stop writing. As a result, I managed to answer all the questions without even leave any of it in blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/41.gif" alt="tepuktangan" title="tepuktangan" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now, I am looking forward to prepare my next 4 papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/26.gif" alt="nerd" title="nerd" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. The next one will on 25th April 2009-Principle of Science Social. Follow by Public Sector Accounting on 26th April 2009. Of course I will put extra efforts on my PSA paper since the Science Social paper is well known as "kacang" paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/16.gif" alt="encem" title="encem" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. (Show-off!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/66.gif" alt="tumbuk" title="tumbuk" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Then, I will have 5days to prepare for another 2 papers. Forensic Accounting's exam will be on 2nd of May 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/42.gif" alt="gigitjari" title="gigitjari" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;. The last but not least is my Company Secretarial Practices' exam on 2009, May 3rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/25.gif" alt="angel" title="angel" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Then!!!Balik Kampung!!!ho ho ho!!!Balik Kampung!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/10.gif" alt="jelir" title="jelir" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" class="emoticon" src="http://us.i1.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/emoticons7/36.gif" alt="celebrate" title="celebrate" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6490010090274752222-5846681071191312216?l=kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/feeds/5846681071191312216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6490010090274752222&amp;postID=5846681071191312216&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5846681071191312216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6490010090274752222/posts/default/5846681071191312216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kasehcikzizee.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-killing-me.html' title='IT IS KILLING ME'/><author><name>Cik Zizee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04271762136401321981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iyPmdcAyKY0/SfELE0ItD5I/AAAAAAAAAUM/zIgKLiN8nP4/S220/31012008109.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6490010090274752222.post-6984130177506596198</id><published>2009-04-13T17:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:44:37.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confession'/><title type='text'>AM I A MEAN PERSON?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I keep asking myself, am I really a mean person? Why can't I have more soft, lovely and kind heart like others? Why I am so different from others? Do I have an evil heart? Why everybody 
